i have a closet full of clothes 

denim, linen 

all mingling on the shelf 

reds and yellows purples and blues 

they almost look just like soldiers 

the hangers all face the same direction 

i put the light jackets next to the sweaters 

button downs next to the dresses 

stacks and stacks of misshapen boxes

for something that goes on my body

tucked beside these parts of my body 

memories and letters 

in my memory drawer there are documents 

there are messages from friends 

interacting with eachother 

i can’t go back to those conversations now.

my collection of clothes come out and see the world

for years

a moving capsule of my friends

i wear tears around my neck 

of things i never want to forget 

before i ever move to speak

and give you someone beautiful to meet

from the skin that’s underneath 

are created from the words i speak

you’d have to undress me in the dark 

will you ever know my heart 

the bloated fixtures of my body 

coroner cut my clothes down the back 

i’ll leave a message 

to leave the memory of who i used to be

immortalize my image for me

on the rightmost side of where they live 

will tell the story of my life

my clothes 

can speak my eulogy 

bury me the way i was born 

once 

and for all.