gluttonous battle zone

sorting through clothes

of the yes's

the no's

the maybe so's

the "maybe" stack,

turns into the "when i am skinny" pact

intentions intact

but never quite exact

a ritual observance

of an annual occurrence

the little war of decadence

with this summer cleaning abhorrence

the old, the new

the forgotten few

everything you outgrew

everything that outgrew you