sitting in the sun
trying so hard to
recover from the chill
you are.

I roll my eyes, exhausted,
and look down at my
sweater that is warm,
but ill-fitting at times.
The seams unravel,
and i've lost a
button
here and
there.

but as close as i've come
to discarding it
to some poor wretch,
i continue to pocket
my needle and thread.

03/27/2009

Posted on 04/05/2009
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