The mother purchases the pull for a petulant teen
Leathered blue fingers clasping red
Wonders of the life the daughter lives, the one she did not
The teen will stop growing taller, yet continue to grow
The banker sees the sweater as a stranger
The shower, the stool, the bottle, they know everything
Her mother says her wardrobe chokes her peroxide purple
And now, none fit at all
The student finds the thrift on an in-store suave seat
Knitted on in classroom planes, all holes repaired
They reverberate the name that he wishes he was not
He hopes to one-day not dress so gay
The leader sees ragged threads over a chair
Voices wanting, when they came, lipstick coated, gold rolled
They choose to buy new, eyes open and online
It tells no story.
Posted in response to the challenge Sustainability.
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