i wash my favorite shirt
by hand. with my hands
it's thin - maroon and clear.
i wear it like perfume
it feels good against my shoulder blades
like skin on skin
like who you wish would touch you. and how you know it would feel.
like a heart under skin
it goes under almost anything.
i wash it by hand. squeezing
kneading it, mostly just looking,
gently. so as not to tear.
april 13, 2007
favorite shirt
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