piles kept dead shirts I divorced in old suit cases with; pikes and needles non-fitting shirts torn without a care; To mend and repair shirts i have outgrown
The shirts whos- cologne fragrance faded Tone buttons whos- chest you felt
shirts fit for a rug shirts that clutter shirts for a hearth Like Frank Luca's Mink
A Poem about shirts we keep in the closet that remind us about past friendships, they remind us of past relationships, and as a nostalgia