ones i don't remember

i decided to root through the side of my closet where things are stored long-term and found few pieces of familial history. there is an orange/brownish/autumnish/plaidish womanly blazer, whose previous owner is unknown; a sort of long-sleeved chambray shirt with my mother's own embroidery (her maiden initials) above the left pocket; my absolute favorite blue velvet dress from a great aunt with a high, crochet-decorated neckline and crochet on the sleeves, which hits just above my knee but will not fit me anymore in a certain area (thanks, croatian peasant genes); and this sweater, cable-knit, which my nana monogramed on the inside.


memories were shrugged on and absorbed, ones i probably will never view through the minds' eye. it's providing me warmth in the amazing cold breath of the student lounge. and it's leaving me with bits and pieces of history: in other words, it's shedding. but i don't mind it at all.

not one bit.
for once, i am not in my own skin, and i'm comfortable with it.

-d