the emperor’s new clothes

I used to be able to fit into the clothes they gave me

beautiful silk things that time has worried

into shreds

who will dress me now, keep me warm, cover me when my skin meets the sun the moon the summer afternoon heat and winter mornings

I have outgrown everything they offered me

and their closets are empty and echo all the time

 

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