one, size small
blue notes sweater
with ripped pocket and
alternating green and blue stripes
belonged to crazy
bassist ex-boyfriend

two, one hundred percent
cotton Molson Canadian
white boxer shorts, kept
from impromptu sleepover
so fucking
comfortable
(like his mouth)

three, faded black
megatron transformers
t-shirt, preshrunk and
assembled in honduras
my own blue
aeropostale mid-sleeve
too wet to wear home
you, always the gentleman
grabbed something off your
disaster area of floor
before passing out,
cold

four, only a technicality
a gift you never wore
long-sleeved black
quicksilver slim fit, you
insisted you hated labels
you are married now
and in the army.
whatever, man.
free shirt.