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  • Writer's pictureandrew jeter

My Red Flannel Shirt

(from the SLCC prompt: write a poem about the fabric of your life (literally or figuratively).)

He mentions my red flannel shirt

first when he tells the story

of seeing me around campus.

He tells people it was like

my uniform but he enjoyed

rubbing his cheek against it

and he liked to borrow it

for quick runs to the bathroom

when his roommates were in

and he rolled his eyes when

I wore it to work one day

after we’d moved to the city

and he stuck his finger in the hole

in the elbow when we were

working in the garden one spring

and then he tsked when I tried

to wear it out one night

when we were meeting friends

and he doesn’t know that it is

still in a box I keep in the basement

with my old letters and poems.

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