How many dress shirts
Do I need to get me though the work week?
And what about shoes? Ties?
I look around my room, and see
Many things I like, and yet
I don’t like what I see.
I guess what I’m really learning
Is how to be me.
There’s boxes full of things I can’t let go
Too much stuff for this space
There’s still something I need
But there isn’t the place.
I’m sorry to ask you to read this
it’s a mantle, in a heap, on the floor