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.