Cerulean tweed jacket, twenty years old, that blueprints
the pitch of my shoulders … Cardigan out at the elbows
comfortable, unkempt,
familiar as memory’s attic after fifty years of collecting …
I wear a shabby house,
as the lazy turtle does, disreputable and easy, dozing
in mud all winter.
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