micropoem for the day: do clothes have feelings?

Sometimes I wonder, “Do clothes have feelings?” It’s not the kind of wondering that keeps me awake at night but it’s still wondering. When I open the closet door, are the shirts calling out, “Pick me, pick me.” Does one of the pair of pants say, “Please don’t pick me. I’m not feeling well today.” Or “I’m not my best.” When Adam and Eve put on those first fig leaves, were the fig leaves talking back? Did Queen Elizabeth’s crown get tired of her complaining, “This thing is just too heavy.” Was the crown coming back with, “You’re queen now. Get over it.” The queen might have returned, “Well, it’s a rough job but somebody’s got to do it.”

slippers on the floor
waiting for my feet
what a lonely job