shirt, so sad hanging
in the closet
for ten years,
flannel,
with pearl white
buttons.
red, blue, green.
yellow
in the thatched mix
of threads
criss crossing
within the itchy fabric.
i could chop a tree wearing
that shirt.
i could eat
pancakes
with syrup on them.
i could grow
a beard
when stepping out into
the cold
with my axe,
wearing
that shirt.
a Christmas gift from my
mother.
i don't know what she was thinking,
having never once
seen me
in a shirt like that.
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