What’s In Your… Closet?
The cutest pair of ballerinas you’ve ever seen
The sharpest blazer south of Newark
The loudest gown Ru could imagine
Cable Knit, Enormous
Ivory, Cowl Necks
The warmest wardrobe not beside a fire
I am Jamie
I am Taylor
I am Jordan
I am Sam
Who are you?
What’s in you’re closet?
Are you in there too?
This poem was inspired by the following musings:
The other day I was thinking about the concept of “the closet”. People can be in the closet until the day they come out… of it. Why a closet? Why not a room? Why not… something big like a house? or skyscraper! Why not something tiny like a drawer? Or a cupboard? Or a shoe box?
I guess there’s no way to change the saying to “coming out of the hat box”. The closet is here to stay… or to spring out of. Even though I would prefer an elevator or a some kind of cabinetry, the closet makes sense as the space that one’s authentic self sleeps in before emerging. A closet is suitably small and an extremely private space. Closets also hold… Our clothes! Our clothes say a lot about us. They are a means of personal expression, creativity, and what the world sees first. Some might venture to say our clothes represent a piece of our identity, meaning that our closet holds our true self.