Shirt
I knit a shirt today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the thread
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar string
Tried to knit it all the way
But I remember everything
What have I just done
Four sweaters, friend
Everyone I sew
Wears away in the end
And you can wear it all
My empire of work
I will lend you a down
I will make you a shirt
I wear this gown of threads
Upon my mother’s chair
Full of woven scarves
I cannot all wear
Beneath the stains of sleeves
The colors disappear
I’ll wear something else
It is stained right here.
If I could wear it again
A million times a day
I will hemn itself.
It looks kind of grey
