subject line: burnt t-shirts. August 20, 2015 by Hannah Brencher lynchburg, virginia You gave me that tshirt with your college name printed bold on the front. I wore it at night to bed when the 450-mile distance felt insurmountable. (It’s strange that that same distance now feels claustrophobic.) That thread-bare gray knew my tears better than anything else. I clung to that shirt as if it were my life and blood and oxygen all wrapped up into one. I burned that shirt today.