Wednesday 2 November 2011

white shirt

I bought my white shirt from a local supermarket twenty years ago. It is a little worn but still serviceable. I'm not sure what it means that I still wear it. Am I a proud conservationist or simply stagnant? Am I a model of consistency or too scared to face change?
Or just twenty years older.
My mother ironed it for me.
She can't go on forever.

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