Sunday, May 13, 2012

Whose shirt is it anyway?

The clothes you left behind
are fair game.
House rules:
What you choose not to take
can be worn by those who stay.
So, yes, I am wearing your shirt.
It was on the floor
in the closet,
rolled into a ball.
I like the colors –
They are my colors.
Not surprising.
You have my jaw, my voice, my heart.
I have your shirt.

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