By Blogger-Poet Makena Behnke

A Recollection/Reflection: February 4, 2019

i’m sitting on my bed in a hand-me-down shirt from my mom. it’s run thin from being worn too much, and it has an abstract sunset on it. it’s too soft to be real. there are holes from crickets chewing. the shirt is way older than i am. it’s stretched out from being pulled over the only two heads that’ve ever worn it. it’s from old navy or one of those stores. i’ve taken the shirt to europe almost every time. it’s too thin to provide any warmth except the bare minimum. one day it’ll run too thin and i’ll have to stop wearing it, but i’ll never throw it out.

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