How To Wear Melancholy

How To Wear Melancholy

A palimpsest on Picture of a Soul  ~  by Elizabeth Spires

A sweatshirt I inherited.
I sleep in it. Or it folds into my midnight poetry.
Pale blue, of course.

A wearied sag,
Stained with every tear
and slowly fading into rain.

It should be a rag
discarded yesterday, today, tomorrow,
still it ripens every autumn.

Here, can you feel it?
Stretch marks
once round and perky.

On the doorknob
In the closet. Waiting.
Leaves falling fast.

© Andrea Grillo 2018