shirts
raze
there's
this
green
shirt
,
somewhere
between
bright
and
dull
,
closer
to
bright
if
it
had
to
pick
a
side
,
short
-sleeved,
loose
-fitting.
the
back
is
shredded
from
sliding
down
the
wall
before
the
sloping
stairs
.
there's
a
stain
in
the
part
covering
the
abdomen
that's
never
explained
itself
.
it's
not
something
you'd
want
to
wear
anyplace
people
would
be
,
but
it
fits
like
an
old
friend
.
it's
a
shirt
for
sunday
night
listening
to
someone
on
the
block
setting
off
firecrackers
if
i
ever
had
one
.
140518
...
raze
the
ones
that
don't
fit
anymore
and
never
will
fit
again
become
things
to
knock
dust
off
of
shelves
and
other
flat
surfaces
so
the
dust
can
swirl
around
invisible
in
low
light
waiting
to
return
in
increments
to
the
home
it
was
forced
to
leave
,
the
homes,
the
plural
places
, except
for
the
dust
that
hangs
around
and
turns
white
to
grey
and
red
to
grey
and
everything
to
grey
,
which
is
set
free
through
the
very
delicate
process
of
whipping
the
shirt
it
clings
to
against
an
outside
wall
as
hard
as
possible
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from