Today felt like an itchy sweater.
I put it on thinking, okay, cute.
By noon, it was rubbing me wrong.
Within an hour,
it was scratching beneath my skin,
pricking at my nerves.
My boyfriend texted, “you okay?”
like that’s gonna fix it.
I couldn’t even tell what part was pissing me off-
the seams, the tag, or just having to wear it at all.
Everything scratched.
Even my too-healthy lunch joined in
left a smug little stain, like, "congrats on trying".
Time dragged on like it had a vendetta.
I counted down to getting home,
ripping it off like bad decisions.
Now it’s on the floor,
and I’m not sure if I’m free
or just naked and cold.
I’ll wear something else tomorrow.
Shit.
Didn’t do the laundry.