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Apr 2014
the red plaid shirt
you gave me hung
around my drivers seat for
10 months and the collar
bleached pink from the sun
I finally took it off a while
back and the left sleeve
was still fastened so that
it didn't slide up and show
your tattoo, and this morning
I stared at the little red button
that held the corners together
and undid it as if it meant something

maybe it did.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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