my favorite shirt

lived in

worn to softness

 tissue paper thin

color gone

shapeless and frayed 

always feels like home.

 

—

“there is a special blessing in old clothes;

that aside from their comfort,

for which especially they are to be cherished.

they confer a certain  kind of anonymity on one who wears them gladly;

all their bright places rubbed in a uniform dullness,

they achieve an appearance so nearly nondescript

that only a close scrutiny could learn that ever they held shape at all.’

-maude meagher