The Gift of Clothes


You’re always demanding, my cousin said.

You have to learn how to give. Whenever

You meet the person of your dreams, the first thing you do

Is make them some clothes. You think they’ll

Have to see you again in order to fit them better.

But what happens is, they don’t have the time

To fix them, & they’re afraid that if they see you again

You’ll expect them to be wearing your clothes, & will

Want to make them even more. So they

Ditch the fashion show. You end up wasting

A lot of fabric. You should have them make you some.

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