A poem about office clothes. The Workplace Wardrobe Sad black cardigan  Hanging on the wall  One small mercy,  You're not rolled up in a ball.  Worn out ballet pumps  Shoved into a drawer,  For your existence,  You wanted so much more.  Last year's sunglasses,  Underneath a binder,  When you were purchased,  You were a good bit finer.  Tobacco-prigged lip … Continue reading The Workplace Wardrobe