Seeking The Ultimate Mismatch

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My clothes, bunched in a pile

Hiding inside wicker,

A fragile basket

After a cleansing wash

And a bout with tumble dry

Wanting to be rid of all dirt

Smells, and experiences

Of the last week

Or any week’s past

 

I’m not ready to hang them

In their place

Where plastic hangers

Await to reestablish the norm

Which is my norm

Which is our norm

Hiding in the closet

A constructed confinement

 

 

I pick them from the basket

Wrinkled, some of them

Others unaffected.

I pull at a sleeve, or a

Pant leg, the fuzz of a sock

A moment of chaos

Stretching seconds into

The loss of the final choice

Of the daily mix and match

 

Yet, they are the same

Once placed upon my body

Worn in the same fashion

As the week before

Contact will be made

Again

With the same old smells

 

Who was I fooling?

Fashion chaos or the ordered closet

Only have finite amounts

Of time……Each…..

to adorn, decorate,

My linear body, with

Cuffs too short for winter

Waste size expanding

Until garage sale or thrift store

Replaces all my norm and chaos

With other versions of closet space

And clothes lines.

Still, I seek to deconstruct

My fashion sense

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24 thoughts on “Seeking The Ultimate Mismatch”

  1. You have a way of seeing in my hamper. I believe that you have spy glasses or a remote camera. This is refreshing. It’s nice to see someone who can write well about the little things. I’m rather tired of love poems. This is a nice change. Pressed it again!

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  2. I’ve spent my whole live searching for the elusive butterfly of happiness. Turns out all I needed was a new, quilted, laundry box! Sally

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  3. My fashion sense is already quite deconstructed, but I loved your poem. I think my mom had that hamper in the picture when I was little, it looks VERY familiar. 🙂

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  4. I guess everywhere people live or try to live what is shown in those hampers….Is this the best ?
    Or so we fool ourselves. This poem is nuanced, I see layers deeper than the clothes….. especially the smells of last week , finite number of clothes in a closet ….are the kind of metaphors we grope to find ….this poem shows that fashion is not about elegance….it is about hiding a lack of it….and that makes this a brilliant poem !

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  5. Your poem matches the goings-on in my closet where my old brown plastic laundry basket lives. I have attempted to bring order out of chaos by hanging my clothes (temporarily at least) according to color.

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  6. I just love this, am currently reconstructing my wardrobe, and your poem took me back to my childhood immediately upon seeing the lovely pink wicker basket my ex mother in law had. Excellent imagery.

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  7. I wonder what our hampers would say if they could speak? “Hey so how was that little league game? Loottss of dirt stains! Did we win?” Or “There are tears on your shirt sleeves again. I know it hurts that she’s gone but your mom loves you fiercely, even after death.” Wow. The stories it could tell, right? 😉

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  8. Great imagery – Love those hampers! I saved someone’s marriage once by advising them to get rid of the ironing basket which had become a major bone of contention between my colleague and her husband. She told me that my simple suggestion – just put the clothes away un-ironed – removed a constant source of argument from their relationship. Hahha – simple but true.. Thanks for sharing this fun poem about life..

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  9. Sadly I have no hamper and my wardrobe does not go to Narnia either 😦
    Therefore, you would have seen me yesterday, as I started doing a very Japanese thing with my clothes and intend to carry on with that today:
    1) I laid a sheet out on the floor.
    2) Put most of my clothes on it carefully laid out from red garments on the left to purple on the right (I need to carry on with this today, before I start using the floor as my wardrobe)
    3) Later today I will do that Konmari thing of seeing which ones bring me joy (keepers) and donating the others to charity (even the beloved rags in bags for the charities rag man).
    I tried to sort my clothes out before and failed, so I hope this method works.

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