I procured myself
a polyester
black and white hat
which was made
thousands of miles away,
one hat as cool as
any you will ever see.
I slipped it onto
my head
as if it was
a case
hand-crafted
for only me.
My brown hair,
the landing
platform
for my hat
became
like a ritual
to me
everyday.
Without out
my worn out
old hat,
I feel lost
but with it
I feel whole.
