It Needs to Be Seen

On rummaging through the closet and finding the girl I was

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I mused as I shuffled hangers around.

Ironic, since I was the person who put forth the dress code for the evening.

I had offered the idea of a ladies night out, something fun that would evoke, one could hope, laughter. I was withering, somewhat isolated, from lack of light and laughter. Solitary wintering does that, and soggy conditions outside hampered my mood further. I planned an evening out with a couple hours of rowdy bowling, followed with a delicious meal overlooking the bay with clams and calamari and ribeye.

The catch was, you had to rummage through your closet and purposefully wear something you own, that for whatever reason you don’t actually put on anymore. The hat with the wide brim that seemed so lovely on the lady in the catalog. The bridesmaid dress you agreed to wear three years ago. You understand: the garment you keep, perhaps had intention of wearing again, but there it hangs sadly to this day, encased in plastic, hung on a fat wooden …