For the love -
Why don't you take that thing off?My jacket is part of me
it's old, worn, torn, and stained
but it's mine
it's meYou look like a homeless person in that.
We'll get you a new one.You don't understand
this one
only this one
is meBut it's summer!
It's hot!Don't worry
I've hiked in one hundred degrees
with this thing on
it knows meOh, you have arms?
I've never seen them before!I like to keep them covered
there's no scars there
(except for the microwave one)
but I'm afraidI know there's nothing there
and that's why I'm afraid
I'm afraid that one day
I'll lookand I'll find them.