Day 3: Lobject's favorite sweatshirt

With Her

I’m first picked on cold, rainy days, second to wine after

work. I’ve cuddled her near campfire smoke after dancing

with Rainbows , stilettos, jean skirts, and kids t-shirts. I’ve

stolen sips of Bud Light, drags of Marlboros that smudged.  

I’ve squeezed in beach bags, duffle bags, school bags, purses,

carry-ons suitcases. I’ve seen inside Dowdy Ficklin Stadium on

game day mornings and felt energetic classrooms echo the

halls. I’ve run out the door last minute before road

trips. I’ve shimmied through pools of suds weighty with

tank tops, yoga pants and sports bras and wrapped her

in butter-filled movie theaters. I’ve watched her singing,

screaming “Salvation Song” in a smoky crowd jumping

up and down. I’m always on top, closest to her laughing.