I am. I am. I am.: Dirty Boots
Today I wore a shirt that smelled like us:
cracked cedar smeared with love and resentment
seven years worth of moments
lingering on the cotton I used to store in a closet next to yoursI am not the woman who wore this shirt last year:
weighed down by a shadow
denying that she and I were the same
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