‘Man’s shirt? Over here, dear.’
It’s teal, button-up, long sleeves
he probably rolled up in the heat.
Hangs on a black coat hanger.
Three dollars, fifty.
Been to every opshop on the coast
today went a little bit north
and there it is. Like that Old
Wife said, If at first etc etc
‘Nice cotton,’ the woman says.
I nod. ‘Good in the hot weather.’
Not good for Clint though –
but I don’t say that.
She says, ‘Have a nice day.’
In the car I open the plastic bag
and sniff. Just to be sure. Old Spice?
I sniff again. Trouble all right.
Little Sister trouble?
