Lying on the floor
I push the door with my toe
It glides open
Then starts to glide shut
A glimpse of red wool
That Halloween costume from forever ago
A dress
The sheen of my secret hidden piggy bank
Perfect glazed ceramic just begging to be smashed
Then all I can see is the emotionless wood plane of the door
I nudge it open again
so many clothes
so many memories
what was I wearing last time I saw her?
I reach up and pull a shirt down from my dresser
it’s at the bottom of the pile
everything comes down on my face
socks
sweaters
bras and jeans
I hold up pieces and try and block out the light from the window
Holding it closer, or farther away from my eye
depending on the size
What does one wear to a funeral?