I am trying hopefulness on for size
in the smelly dressing room
pins on the floor
the fragrances of bodies and stale clothing
and the faux flowers from the mister
over the entrance

Armful of hope on hangers,
in varying sizes
Maybe something would fit
or at least be more comfortable
than the despair I have been wearing

But alas
nothing fits
Hope is too big
for my heart today.