I asked the haberdasher
to make me a new soul.
something inexpensive
and lighter than 21 grams
with a loose fit.
He made it,
draped me in it
then disappeared.
I went home
and hung it in the closet
.
The next day
I couldn’t figure out
how to put it on.
So, I left it in on its hanger.
Overnight it got darker
and had become a shadow.
In the light it went white.
I draped it over my arm
and went for a stroll.
It fell out of my grasp
onto the sidewalk,
picked itself up and
followed perfectly behind me.
By twilight it had become invisible
and was complaining loudly
that it wanted to go home.
I took it back
to the haberdasher
like it asked of me.
The store was closed
and empty of every soul.
His tools had been left out.
Sadly, the master had gone home.
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