Tweed Weight
by clippedtrust
· 01/01/2026
Published 01/01/2026 16:39
This heavy tweed,
it drapes my frame.
A scratchy neck.
A familiar name.
Not mine, the scent.
Pipe smoke and age.
A story told,
on a turning page.
Shoulders too broad,
the sleeves too long.
I pull it close,
where I don't belong.
A warmth that chills.
A borrowed skin.
The expectation,
settling within.