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.

#alienation #conformity #identity #inheritance

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