Damn Shirt


When I wake in the morning and slip a shirt on,
I take an uncomfortably long amount of time pushing my head through.
I get into the warm body glove that has three possible tunnels,
two for my arms and one for my head.
I get my arms out into the free world easily.
My head always seems to be the challenge.
I first wear a halo as it moves across my hair to my forehead.
I move slowly.
I think I almost like the constriction, the closeness.
And maybe I hate knowing that when I get my shirt on
I will have no one to wear it for. Maybe its because
I have no place to go or job to be at.
Perhaps I could go through my days shirtless,
but that only progresses the feelings.


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