I picked you up like an old t-shirt:
tattered,
worn,
softened a bit.
Maybe it wasn’t me who broke you in
and smoothed every crease,
but I burnished some new holes,
made some new wrinkles,
that someone else will iron out.
Just more textile waste
to add to the pile.
Julianna Hallett is an elder millennial living and working along the Wolastoq River of New Brunswick, Canada. She is inspired by the nature that surrounds her, the love that humbles her, and the fictive kin who raised her. Her writing is informed by a constant grappling with the realities of life while wearing rose-colored glasses up high in the clouds.
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