“Honey, have you seen my Sweater?” by Daniela Castillo
Honey, have you seen my sweater?
its mine
the man calling my bar doesnt know
thank god it was me who answered the phone
no cameras saw me take it from his chair anyway i doubt they wouldve seen im so detached from that moment but it was me
hid it in my bag
brought it home
put it on and felt weird
but no matter how hard i tried i couldnt wash away the man who had worn it and all the things he could be
two-faced sexist xenophobic homophobic alcoholic (this one doesnt bother me so much) liar thief
the next person who wears that sweater wont know either
youre gonna find it on a hanger and see this gray fleece piece of trash worn by a liar and a thief