oh the poetry of punks and their patches. this one is for the band that got me through 9th grade, this one’s is a matching one i didn’t realize the first boy i loved kept on his vest when we didn’t talk for years, this is a piece of lace i found on the ground, this is the backside of one of the first ones i made, this one my brother made me, this is a precious memory, this is a shared commitment, this is my heart on my sleeve. this is my soul that i wear around this is a tapestry of the ppl i’ve loved.






















