Him
that old sweater with a hole in the hemline
it smells like him
like basement and smoke
with just a hint of sweat.
It’s coarse and worn
like his hands.
its color,
once bright red
now faded
from years of use.
coffee stains
and pizza stains.
too much beer
too little sleep.
worn
over worn
fibers fused to flesh
old fabric on young skin