Nonreturnable

I unfold myself, and open,

the air is abrasive to lines

of raw crease where I tried

to cover the stains

with the other side of me.

but there's a cost to

turning inside out.

nothing goes back in

like you remember

and some of it doesn't fit.

but it's sunny on the parkway

and I've got shit to do.

so I pack what I need

and lie to myself that

the rest of it was never there.