warms me on the coldest of days
It slides around my thighs
to travel across my chest
An embracing trace it knows oh so well
I use it as my picnic blanket
allowing it to be the only thing
to come between the grass and I
It covers me under the moon
protecting me from the monsters
that live under my bed
on the nights that I let them
It is holed.
It is musty.
It is tattered.
It is my absolute favorite.
But on the days that I am the sun
my closet does me the favor
of keeping it just far enough
Until the seasons change
Until that chill runs down my spine once more