The Brothers Shirt
Long sleeve wool with working buttons clean not a mustard stain on it multi-colored autumn hue lines not squares working buttons everywhere He said [without looking directly at it] “what what is it?”
Just like a brother would no want is needed. Eye reported “is this yours?” Yes he said “what is it?” Eye did not wait for more certain that he was a lie become. He finally said “OH that is a jacket but eye already had it in my hand, convinced now the thing was not his at all.
He said it does not fit me well it is too small for me you may have it my little man. And eye recall his every word and gesture sure now deep inside of me he never had the shirt at all. Now eye am not a thief the shirt is on my back and justice has prevailed the rain will make it smell. We both were incorrected. But eye at least am not in need of jails correctness. The shirt will look so fine in places that eye visit in my mind. The Brother eye am sure he smells in his tee shirt divine.
