Laundry
I’m washing the ugly t-shirt my friend
gave to me
the one that made me laugh, stifling
on that birthday in August.
It’s faded now
After all my wearing it.
First turning 16 faded it
Then the sunlight faded it
Then my restless turning in sleep faded it
And now pouring the Persil fades it.
And it’s funny you know
To watch something
you gave to me
spinning and jumping like some
far-off sea
we said we’d cross one day.
And I don’t feel anything as I hang it with the others.
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