I wear 

My mother’s floral shirt she sewed

When she was 18 years old

My grandma’s jumper, knit from thrift

A silken skirt

Her mother’s parting gift

Treasure of years, with ragged hems, little tears

The smell of cupboard. Not a new outfit.


My measurements are theirs.

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