Hangers

When I say that a clothes hanger wants your body, I do not mean it has a prurient interest. It just wants to wear muscle, skin and bone; something more solid, something like you. To hold up your shoulders, wire their blades, so that they will never curve inwards under the weariness that bleeds from your mind and pools atop them. To make you stand tall, no matter what.

Because even clothes hangers can be noble.