Samples from WHAT I'M WEARING TODAY
THE POLYGON NECKLACE
I let it get away because it cost $25 and the flea market wouldn't bargain down so now, every market, every table, I look for it. Sometimes I ask for it and am answered with another question, "What's a polygon?" Oh, a type of shape, any number of straight lines end to end. Nobody's got that necklace, nobody but whoever bought it at that other flea market. Last week somebody had pentagon earrings and at home I've got triangles, squares, hexagons, if I put them together I'd have a polygon necklace
but not the polygon necklace, not those six different polygons, different colors too, chubby heptagons and octagons fitting together in a puzzle. Nobody's got that, nobody I know. Oh someday at a math conference I'll find a charm bracelet of the five Platonic solids or the trefoil knot on a sterling chain or some reasonably artistic rendering of Peano's space-filling curve. But I want natural polygons, serendipitous polygons, a just-happened-to-be polygon necklace, made and sold by people who don't know what a polygon is.
Not only should gays be out of the closet.
Clothes should be out of the closet.
They should be hanging on doors, draped over chairs, sprawled across beds.
Maybe they should even be thrown on floors.
As for things we decide to keep in closets
because there isn't enough room out of closets
…well, closet doors should be open.