Nice Undies
please keep it
I don’t really need it
I have too many already
it’s not quite the right fit for me
the colour is so you
I don’t know
when I’ll ever use it
I want you to have
you’ll get more use out of it than I would
I can’t begrudge you anything
of course you can have it
I never wore it
I only wore it once
let me see it on you
it really suits you
those undies look better on you
than they ever did on me
no I don’t hate it
it’s just not right for me
they were on sale
you’d be doing me a favour
I never want to see it again
too many memories
time to move the energy out of my life
if you don’t want it
I’ll have to throw it away
don’t let it to go to waste
it’s too good
to drop in a donation box
I want someone I know to have it
you won’t regret it
don’t thank me
thank whomever
gave it to me
never wear it my presence
Nice Undies is a list poem of different thoughts or actual things said in giving something away. As much as I appreciate a gift I am sometimes given things that I either have, don’t want, or have no real need for. Because I enjoy bold colours I’ve been give shirts, or t-shirts that are great colours but with prints or cartoony images I’d never be seen in public wearing. Some become sleep wear, some end up in donation bins, some become regifted.
One Christmas I was given more socks than I needed, so some of them ended up in Christmas gift bags for friends. I’ve donated blank books, pens, even t-shirts to Hot Damn! as prizes. I move energy out of the house quickly so make room for new energy. It’s gotten to the point where I sometimes get a gift & I immediately think – this would be perfect for so-&-so.
Part of my personal ‘stuff’ policy is ‘if something new comes in, something old should go out.’ As a result if I keep the t-shirt someone gives me I have to cull one out of my collection to donate or give away. This can be difficult with things like shirts as my collection now if all favourites 🙂 So to make room for new I have to let go of my attachments of the old. In these cases I am more selective of where it goes but it does go. 
Twice a year I cull various things from my processions: books, cds, shirts, socks, tee’s, even undies to pass on, to keep my sense of attachment in balance. I do this around New Year’s & around my birthday at the end of June. I’ve never been so invested in a memory that I can’t see someone wearing the tee I gave them. Nothing, to me, is hotter than one of my fwb arriving & finding that he’s wearing the undies I gave him. What can be more fun than some man literally getting into my pants? 🙂
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