Green Shirt

I had a dream I was wearing a green shirt—

                  not one I own, nothing like it lives in my closet.

It’s nothing special, just a green long sleeve.

                  But the emerald made my brown eyes shine and

it hugged every right curve around my waist and

                  hid the ones I’m ashamed of.

I looked beautiful in all the ways I feel I don’t

                  when I’m awake.

Gabrielle Crone