The clothes I was born in
I pulled an old blanket out of a skip.
It was worn thin, full of holes.
It still had the previous owner’s name;
A label sewn on the hem.
I took it and washed it and it dried in the wind.
I pulled an old blanket out of a skip.
It was worn thin, full of holes.
It still had the previous owner’s name;
A label sewn on the hem.
I took it and washed it and it dried in the wind.