Second Hand

Kind of ran with the extended metaphor.

I've had the best to carve me me up,

Body and soul

And still, I'm wanting; 

A ragged seam, a sleeve too long

A hem that drags on the ground

Yesterday's color, last year's cut

I'm a knock-off on the clearance rack

Twice-marked down

Distressed in all the wrong ways

Sequins falling off

I'm hanging by a thread

Can you see the possibilities?

could I be kitsch or vintage chic?

Make me a skirt,

Or a shirt

Or a costume, perhaps,

Or am I for the rag bag bound?