I hate it in here.
It's dark and wet.
I'm wet.
I'm accompanied by
things unworthy of my great heritage. The crumbled candy wrap, the
coins of petty value, the surrounding lint and hair. A key amongst
sesame seeds. Has this pocket ever been emptied?
Why did I end up
here? I thought I deserved the world.
Because I haven't
always been a napkin. No. I was made for more. I used to be proud and
brave and ruthless. Once, I was a flag.