I left my jacket 
in the woods 
one day 
& cried 
when I realized 

I came back 
to the spot 
a few days later 
& there it was, 
hung on a tree 
like a coat rack 

all over it,
spiders had nested
in the fabric / hiding 
from the cold 
October air 

every time I lose something 
I feel so small 

but at least the mistakes I made 
have kept someone warm at night 

Laura Boaggio is an emerging poet currently residing in Harrisonburg, VA. She received her B.S. in Journalism from Appalachian State University and has written for newspapers in the Appalachian Region, including: the Daily News-Record, The Citizen, and the Watauga Democrat.