Poems

A Shirt's Journey

Metal and flesh put me together.

I awaken.

A loud place.

What is this I am in?

It is clear and clingy.

I am trapped.

Perhaps this is called a box.

I feel movement.

I'm pulled out.

I hang with others of my kind.

There are even more like me yet different.

We are hung neatly in a row.

Some are taken. Some return.

Others I never see again.

I am grabbed.

A being wears me.

They like me not.

I fall.

Others heap on me.

We remain cold and still.

Up we go.

Back in a neat row.

Again, I am seized.

A ding and a buzz.

I never see my friends again.

A creature wears me.

I smell of that body.

Then I tumble in water and air.

And again, I am worn.

A never-ending cycle.

I feel stretched.

The soul leaves me.

I'm with new friends.

We have lost our bright coloring.

Another ding and buzz.

A new being.

They wear me often.

I've become stained and old.

The being is never seen again.

I'm pulled apart.

Pain and a feeling of coming together.

They call me a quilt.

In memory of that being.

Ihave become immortal.