in Orlando.
in 2003.
vintage Ralph Lauren.
didn't wear it for five years.
as it aged to perfection
in many closets.
it is heavy and warm.
it is super itchy.
I have to wear long sleeves under it.
it's never been washed.
not once.
it's perfect.
it's professorial.
it's haunted.
having seen many things.
with a life of its own.
sleeves rolled at the wrists.
it growls low at strangers.
like a hurt wolf.
if it doesn't like you.
it will tell me.
and I will become a ghost.
a stolen concert hat.
finishes off the look, crooked.
a bandana tail wags.
cold weather prays for wear.
the cardigan preys on hearts.
I am writing in it now.
it is grumpy.