The Expensive Winos

Hung in my closet: My only constant in clothes.

My dad's old band T shirt,

The Expensive Winos

He was my age in the year disappearing behind my back

It used to have a clear picture,

It used to be a brilliant black

Stretched out, soft, familiar fabric

Grants gorgeous sleep

I climb out of bed, brush my teeth

A hidden horror haunts me above the sink

Dull faded and Dorian Grey

I'm reminded:

He grows older, thinner, fragile

Everyday

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the painting ages, the person does not.
I have t-shirts that are so special and remind me of someone...can't seem to get rid of them.
Your poetry is clever and accessible....
j.

[Bee Oxford]

Thank you so much I really appreciate the review.