that one tee belongs to both of us, but only one of us can hold onto it

I found it, the large t-shirt that drapes so delicately over our shoulders like our favorite boyfriend-tee-given-to-his-favorite-girl-because-it-looks-cuter-on-her-than-it-does-on-him type of fit, the one you thought you gave to the local thrift because it spent a whole moon cycle living beneath a stack of clothes on the floor you thought was your dirty laundry, so you ‘got rid of it’ after you found a wolf spider hanging out  inside one of the open sleeves, nestled by the armpit, probably waiting for that one song by Evanescence to stop playing on repeat like a siren screaming at the foggy clouds that there’s no sailors to drown, but now I finally have it, and I’m never going to give it back, and I’ll even brag about it the next time you visit wearing your sub-par faded band tee that curls at the bottom like cheap-ass plastic instead of the 100% Pure Cotton that this beloved tee presently drapes so delicately over my size C tits better than your apple boobs, then when you blame me for stealing it from your closet, I’ll show you a hand-written receipt, and I know you’ll tell me it’s fake and to give it back, and we’ll fight about it for sure, we’ll fight about it, and then I’ll have to give it back to you because it’s your turn to wear it, and I’ll never tell you that I was going to gift this to you because I really wanted you to pull up that one song by Evanescence that I had forgotten the lyrics to and didn’t want to look it up, and the only time I allow myself to listen to this band is when I’m with my big sister.