I love this poem by Robert Pinsky. I will never again wear a shirt without thinking who made it. Shirt By Robert Pinsky The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians Gossiping over tea and noodles on theirContinue reading “the label, the labor, the color, the shade”