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







