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A faded shirt found at the bottom
of a pile of dirty old clothes
fit fordirty old men.
Worn gray-blue with its backward
pastel rainbowstripe
and random missing buttons.
Reminding me of you,
it's somethingyou'd want
and cherish. Broken.
I take it greedily
into my armsand
rub it in along my sweaty
palms, smelling it.
RememberingFebruary
when we danced
for all eyes
and I put on a show
but neverpretended
to be happy.
I slide one arm
gently into the firstsleeve
and I sense March,
when I had to pretend
just a little more thanusual.
As my second appendage
flows freely through the
other giant,gaping sleeve
I remember your arm upon my elbow.
Your eyes soul-searching
and your mint-scented breath
whispering apologies
and promises oflove.
I believed it and again,
greedily took it to heart.
I fix thecollar and muse upon
the firsts that you gave me
and the thirsts that youquenched.
Unknowingly and innocent.
I smile as I fasten
all thebuttons.
Except the top three
as I had watched you do
when you asked meif it looked alright.
Trusting me with your self-image.
I sigh and walkon.
I smell like February.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the January 2003 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.





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newday said...
Apr. 19, 2011 at 5:28 pm:
i have this as one of my favorites. dont know why i didnt comment before
 
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