discarded

how many clearance rack shirts have i left on the ground

preteen nervousness never quite knowing what the size of my body was

better not knowing

mirrors to show the pale skin in between limbs

skeptical eyes

still, never quite knowing my bra size and who wants to let that girl from high school measure you up in a dressing room with dangling light

all those chinese labels

taiwanese

blue shirt size s m l xl xxl

another another over again and over again

once, in the middle of the ocean

i went to an island market filled with people who made clothes

to choose what was almost

what was beautiful on the rack