I looked through her closet to find the right pieces
to outfit my daughter with before she went out.
Boots to stomp the toes of people who don’t acknowledge boundaries.
Ear muffs for tuning out the forked-tongued.
Earrings for puncturing half-inflated arguments.
A belt to scale the glassy, corporate walls.
A cardigan since we both run a bit chilly.
Leggings since she enjoys freedom of movement, and will run worlds.
Finally, a pink dress simply because that’s her favorite color.
And I want her clothes to need not always be pragmatic.