I have this habit of collecting shirts
something about the way they fit
they hang on my sides
in the corners and the softs of my body
all the ways that you couldn’t
all the ways that you didn’t
there is feeling in the fabric
lessons in the folds
stories behind the strings
love in the space between
every so often I catch a whiff
and it smells like nostalgia
like…
m e m o r y
I have this habit of collecting shirts
shirts that have slowly begun to smell
like me.