navy blue, with lines and an odd little pocket on the sleeve

even repressed Catholic kids with

starkly drawn, 24 font bold lines

still need to color within them

often

feverishly

and in as many places

as possible

we had never felt vital

it was little and silly and young

it also made me

it made possibilities

she fell asleep on my

shoulder in the beanbag

chair we shared to watch

a movie that first

afternoon and when she

woke lines pressed in

her cheek from my shirt

which hangs in my closet

two decades on because

you don’t shove history

into a donation bin

because you grew