Not a hand-me-down
not ready-to-wear,
but tailormade, hand-woven
in a loom unknown,
with pockets dark and roomy
(the left deeper than the right?),
softer than the saris my grandmother
wore as a young girl in Bauktaw,
with the faintest rumour
of dorsal fin
and wrinkles
where I need them.
How did you happen?