you pressed your head against the garment rack and held my ridged noose like a child that finds grip in calloused hands and you found brawn in polyester sleeves and warmth in my youthΒ΄s tender cotton
You bought me when you still prayed to silence and howled in whispers, with your teeth latched onto the mesh bars of a silver cage and you called me your equinox and I was your hope when you didn't know my name
You wore me, when you still wished time would run away, when all your past felt binding and the unknown was safe
I am the shirt that you now keep all paint-stained and shriveled in your locked bedroom drawer
the one you catch a glimpse of next to the lonely sock and your fatherΒ΄s shirts (the ones still stained with blood and ***, the ones that taught you to be fair) and now you dare and look at me with soft despair when I can't help but shed the ocean
When I become the air that seethes through the accidental armpit hole Or the break of air between the kiss you share with the one you love