People don’t wear t shirts like they used to .
Don’t dedicate time to them
Wear them to the thinnest threads
while retaining their shape
Spill ink on them
But wash them enough times so the thought-to-be permanence erases
Sweat sleep and smile in them
I want someone to wear me from newness to tatters.
Mend my holes
But leave some
Keep me past when my colors fade
And not throw me away.