I chose clothes over painting
the living room. When contemplating
renovating the bathroom
the thought of removing the toilet
from its moorings unmoored me
and I bought a leather coat instead.
Installing a new front deck to replace
the rotted wood and rickety stairs
prompted a weekend long binge in a mall,
resulted in a haul that took months
to restore my Visa.
How can I consider redoing
the kitchen, stripping 1980’s oak cabinets,
peeling the dated backsplash,
tearing up the most recent flooring
knowing the layers below will show
more decorating follies and
remind me of a suit with shoulder pads
and a suede skirt that swirled
when I twirled, an electric slide
line-dancer who knows a move
is easier if you have the right clothes.
No level will solve the lack
of equilibrium in these choices.
The marble will always roll under
the stove, illustrating perfectly
the measure of me. How I prefer
trim to a solid frame, a fresh coat
of paint versus a new roof.
How I chip away at the exterior
when the interior needs insulation.
Is it any wonder an empty closet
wears on me? Embarking on a year-long
upgrade of the retrograde life,
renovate the degenerate, screw the past
to the wall and apply fresh plaster to it all
– will it work with an empty closet?
Is an empty closet a “ta da” or a last hurrah?
Note: I am cleaning my closet this month and challenging myself to not add more. Easy for you maybe, but I am a fashion addict and I need to stop accumulating more stuff and wear what I have. To prove to myself that I have plenty, I am wearing a new ensemble every work day in November. Yes, I know. First world problem. It’s where I live.