I threw away half my clothes

Everything I wore when I was fat and

All the suits and fancy outfits from my working days

Along with everything dowdy, worn out, stretched out, pathetic

I have three things left in my closet now.

I gave away six cast iron pots and

Everything for the dinner party I might host if I were a different person.

I discarded a set of dishes, the white porcelain ones, and all but four wine glasses

And all the towels I kept from my first marriage.

Empty cupboards yawn at me.

I packed up the magazines and books I will never read

And left them at the thrift store

Along with my collection of souvenirs from forgotten cities.

My shelves gape bare.

Now I just need to clear the clutter

From my mind.