my flannel

the worn flannel that hangs from my shoulders

comfort               fire                      desire                        liar

i bought it at my local thrift store

and someone had bought it before me

and decided to wear it, just as i do

my flannel has had a whole other life

past                 present                 future

oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel

you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night

you provide me sanctuary

from the anxiety that inflames me

thank you, my flannel

i hope one day, when i donate you

someone finds you

and receives the same comfort i did


in the future of course

because I cannot let you go yet

my worn and lovely flannel