oh let me breathe you in
you are not the sort of flimsy thing
to be hung slack behind the cupboard door

but to be worn
even if holes interrupt your skin
or a merlot stain looks like dried blood

on the front
but believe me when I say I might
need this more than what I thought

I might have needed before
so please let me hold this hold you
inhale you from the collar and down

the cosy black sleeves and maybe
that’s enough to keep me breathing in your arms
I want to know a little then a lot and start over again