you tell me you are ‘permanent press’
but that’s only half true
over the course of many years
since you were pinned
with the paper tag “4/$5”
you have picked up many wrinkles
traveling God knows where
through closets
moving trucks
estate sales
thrift stores
on down to me
finally
all wrinkly
your ‘press’ is not true
but your permanence is
preserved all these years
to grace my shoulders
perfectly
your long collars pointed down
into my soul
welcome to the fold, friend
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