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The Shirt

The shirt was going to be red:

he had to have this shirt—no other—

to stay alive, in prison.

We were setting about to cut, and sew,

but the cotton, they said, was sacred

—we had to fold it and give it back to them.

Then, even though you're so much lighter, and it was white,

you gave him yours…