You tried me on like people try a garment
in narrow fitting rooms
that have a curtain for a door -
just a reminder
that things in here are unstable,
that our stay is highly temporary.
How did you feel when i was wrapped around you?
was i too tight or too revealing?
how was my touch upon your skin?
you briefly hid inside of me
did that soothe you?
you looked for refuge between the woven fabrics
did you find it?
you craved to satisfy a few desires
was i satisfying?
you put me back
but now i’m inside out
the hanger, my support, is also lost
i’m shapeless
i’m undone…
you left the fitting room
wearing a different shirt
what makes you feel at ease with this one choice?
how long will this one be your preference?
i’ll never know, i guess…
i only know that you rejected me