So many of my thoughts
are familiar and slightly musty
– they smell like me, and show small rips
and stains
and signs of overuse.
It’s hard to let them go –
comforting warmth in the dark,
oversized protection to cover up my flaws,
gifts from those who love me.
And yet –
when I life them up to check out
belly underneath,
contours of who I am today
peek out
in vibrant shades of new,
and silky rivulets of exposure.
When will I have courage for new raiment?