adam barricklow

My Clothes

I know that you have likely thrown away my clothes,
just as you have likely discarded all the memories that
might trouble you through the day.

My retreat from Charleston, similar to that of the
Russian's scorched earth retreat from the German's
Operation Barbarossa.

'He who casts the first stone' has nothing on the guy
throwing boulders, not caring about dignity, anything
to win the final fight.

So when I get an email from you, telling me that you
found a box of old clothes I left behind in the attic, I
don't care that you threw them away.

Those clothes don't fit me anymore.