clothes in candlelight
clothes in candlelight
we forget
they’re singing to the dead
for that’s what we become
to them when we undress
and drop them on the bed
their form when
not worn
collapses like theology
illuminated by the passage
of imagined time
they’re
dead for us, too
when not in use
on us
that’s when the old
masters of chiaroscuro
saw them most alive