The Perfect Fit
By Steven Hopkins

Your friend’s jacket you carry
That fits you just right
Is what you will wear
Six months from now
After you have met somebody new,
And that friend
Is a hundred miles in your past.

The baggy sweatshirt
You borrow from your new friend
Will still cover your goose bumps
When you move
To a new town
Where you hope people
Will finally understand you.

For now,
You reminisce of last August
As your hair flips in and out of a bus window
And you draw a jagged circle
On the knee of a pair of jeans
Someone lent to you
Two winters ago
That you have walked to just the right length.