Garb

I only own one suit

And it’s grey.

So if you see me at a wedding or a funeral or in court or an interview

You can bet I’m wearing that same grey suit.

But the sleeves are always different, stitched in varying emotions.

Funeral Me needs to act somber and try to cry while Wedding Me drinks way too much to seem happy

And Court Me acts cordial and apologizes way to much to people who don’t deserve it

While Interview Me lies about experiences and spins tales of projects he makes up on the spot.

What I wouldn’t give to only have to wear one suit

To only have to be one me all the time.

No matter the occasion.

To just be me.

To be just a grey suit.