Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

I Won't Wear it

we got new red shirts from the PTA on Monday
It was comfy, so I wore it to school on Tuesday.
Then I texted McBride, my bestie.
Wear your new red shirt, I said, we can be twins.

She texted back “Do not wear that shirt!
It is for the birthday celebration in September!”
“Too late,” I replied. “I am at school.”
I get there two hours before most of the others.

She texted me “change that shirt!”
After peeking into my closets I saw all my shirts are long-sleeved.
The heat index yesterday was a hundred and ten.
She called me and asked what slacks I was wearing.

I said “I am wearing denim blue pedal pushers.”
This is old-school talk for “capris”.
She said “I am bringing you a shirt!”
“I won’t wear it!” I told her.

When she arrived she made me pull it out of the bag.
It was ALL of my favorite neon colors!
pinks, greens, oranges, yellows, reds.
I whipped my red shirt off and handed it to her.

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