When I Can't Do Anything Else

Hoodies

He had many colored hoodies,
But he only wore the
White, stained one

He kept the colorful ones in the closet
And never tried them on

His mother, his cousins
His siblings, his friends
Tried to ask him to wear
The other hoodies

Whenever they did, he'd always reply:

"I like this hoodie better," as he tugs on it tighter

He had many colored hoodies
But the only one that gave him comfort
Was the white, stained one

-at least for now, //k.u.