t-shirts from the inside

some resourceful soul, in LA, I think,

recycles cotton t-shirts worn by boys in the clink

all that masculine  sweat (plus, we imagine,  blood and tears)

renders  the fabric  softer than a kitten’s ears

reformed into delicate textured dresses

(after being thoroughly scrubbed of their  inevitable messes)

selling for more than a prison song in an eco  store

their origins add a sense of edge to couture