the hat

the hat wears itself
out that is
the hat has sweat stains
and a band around it,
sometimes it doesn't get worn for awhile
sometimes it gets worn out
it stinks
but the hat never tries to be here
or be there
or be everywhere
the hat is exactly that
a hat
it's not perfect in any way
flaws all over the goddamn place
and it's an obstruction to beauty
it's just ridiculous for something like this
to even exist
but it does
its here in my lap now
my hat
dirty nasty mangled old hat
i don't know why i like you
you're an inanimate object
you don't love or hate, or lust or press forth
you can be worn by anyone,
but not everyone
save me
oh hat
make me