Phantom Limb

I got this shirt

Smells like the viewing:

Formaldehyde, tobacco and tulips

I’ve washed it ten times and it won’t come out

No matter how long it’s been, I can’t forget

I smell it right now, and it won’t come out

It’s coming in waves, it’s numb in between

When I’m not crying I can’t feel a thing

And the air gets so thin, I breathe what I can

Then blow out the smoke, that laughs as it floats

And waves like a flag

I wish you’d come back

I feel your fingers comb through my hair

Open my eyes and there’s no one there

Then I feel the weight of a phantom limb

I call out to you, but you don’t say shit

And I’m crying again

Mother, you’re dead