Shirt
by B.E.Cotton
This morning I put on my
Orange pocket tee
It used to be yours
The last time you wore it
It got Painted with us
And you couldn't wear it 
To work the next day
 

You left and one day
I found the orange pocket tee
Carelessly thrown
Behind the bed
I clutched it to me
It still smelled like you
I cried it clean
 

My first Pride Day came
I wondered what to wear
And in my grief
I chose the orange pocket tee
Dried from us, dried from me
It didn't stink and the stains weren't visible
I'd never felt so proud of anything
 

As the years have passed
I've washed an worn 
My orange pocket tee
Many times
Each time thinking about you
And how much I miss you
How much I still love you
 

This morning I put on my
Orange pocket tee
It used to be yours
My gut told me to go to the bookstore
And there you stood browsing
We spoke, we laughed... gave you my number
I'm certain you recognized your shirt

7/18/97all rights reserved

 


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