My favourite faded shirt
my tired old torn denim jeans
that have aged
along with me
my second skins
as much me
as me
now sit crazily
mixed up stitched up
into a patchwork
quilt
that you present to me:
“I went through your wardrobe
& used anything I thought you’d throw out! ”
“...these pieces fitted perfectly! ”
“Do you like it?
...are you pleased with me? ”
I smile & lie
I am delighted
“It’s such a lovely...surprise! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bedclothes/
