times have changed
you can wear anything
on your sleeve
even

other people's hearts

today I wear history
heavy as hell
driving me into the ground

tomorrow something lighter
not love
(which is surprisingly heavy)

tomorrow I will wear nothing
I will walk on the hot sands
of desert beaches

I'll let the sun clothe me
and I will wear it well
rebuilding the world
with whispers

truths unmasked

unheralded

untimely

tonight I will dream
wearing the remains
cast off of others' sleeves

and silence is another name
for someone I knew once
long ago

so I won't repeat
that name

on long nights like this
that are too quiet
for the mind