your hat, my favorite tumor

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i completely forgot about this poem. it's about my husband's hat that he left me when he went to iraq and how the hat was always there, watching me, waiting to be put back on his head.

Submitted: November 25, 2008

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THE HAT

Your hat is hanging

on a handle on a drawer

in my bedroom

it stares at me because it knows

you're gone

black mass

resulting from your absence

throbs and grows every time i think

about the way your freckles look at night

and how you hang your towel

about the fact that you make the best

sandwiches

the punk band plays across the front

quick drum beats beating in my head

displaying defiance

saying over and over that

you're not really gone

don't believe

resist

but the mass swells and begs

to be put on

(it needs a new host)

and when i do, it hugs me like you do

stinks of your fragrance

sweet sweat from months ago

concerts/bars/driving without

air conditioning

and summer nights, long days and days

reeking of collected thoughts

emitted by you, captured

imprisoned

and as i smell them

they speak to me

thoughts you just had to think.

Your hat hangs

and hangsandhangs and hangs

just hangs without consideration

for my feelings

my favorite tumor.


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