somebody do something
about polyester
it blends into cotton
it does not disintegrate
but it’s cheap cheap cheap
the sound baby birds make
when they hatch in the spring
the racks are full at Zara, our closets are full, our thrift stores are full, our landfills overflow, I’m flowing with overflow wearing extra clothes, two pairs of pants and a skirt over top five sweaters four socks, ear muffs and Uggs got to keep up, spending to buy it all up, I can’t get enough: red orange yellow green blue plaid neutral purple basic black winter white ballet core details changing each season, skinny jeans ballet flats, statement tops, army pants and flip flops, Y2K made today pre-ripped, boho chic, punk rock, dark academia, coastal grandma.
When I’m a coastal grandma walking on the plastic beach the coast will have moved five feet, on low AQI days I linger and watch the container ships float across the horizon and feel nostalgic for my childhood.