I wear it, have worn it throughout the seasons, every year, since I bought it back in 2008. It has this sense of ability to retain an inner, historic sense of self. As if it has this thing that furthers my ability to remember all that has happened as I wear it, Now, & it keeps this memory intact going forward. The weight of it sits on my left and right shoulders. I feel it on my ribcage. And on my wrists. Like, I wake up and put it on & I get shit for wearing it so. It’s my Blue Jacket. Someone told me it made me look like a Bosnian Rebel Fighter. I’ve heard it helps me look homeless. Its slightly or moderately too small. Seven years ago I found my Jacket in a thrift shop. The price is $5. I try it on. I Love It. It loves me back. Me shoulders, ribcage, & wrists. The it’s slight too small voice did speak, at that time those years ago, yet the love for each prevailed past all hesitation. Ching went the register. It’s probably my best purchase to date, like ever. Yeah I can’t really think of anything close. And yet an undertone exists, “it’s time to move on.” & I’m not entirely sure why it’s there but the child in me already has begun to cry to the imagined closet with dust outlining where the Jacket used to be, it now on, in this scary time of pendation retirement. A child of mine will be born soon, & I clutch, “maybe I should pass this jacket on, so she or he can directly feel where & perhaps who I am or was,” 279. It’s got silver zippers down the sleeves, small pockets “to hide weapons” I once told a chief of police. Aha. If I am of great good then I must be of great evil as well; there are pictures. & though a choice has been to G.G., the beautiful lure of G.E. pulls my eyes and giraffes my neck past this or that shoulder, to see the other option. This behavior has not ceased. It may never. We understand through 3nglish <—G.G.|G.E.—>, & to know one greatly is to know the other greatly, simultaneously, juxtapositionally, & through careful choice we can move in either direction without limit. I would like to explore <—, which means I am leaving My Blue Jacket behind, for another self much like my own, not my child, but to the one who buys it for 447 dollars. Until then, it will be locked away & never worn again from this |—> on.