Staying Warm


cement girl

The sweater that was meant to keep me warm
is tattered, no longer functional, I shiver
Thoughts like missiles, hurl you away from me
I  am causal and blind  to it
Preferring my perfect incriminations,
Who doesn’t love being “right”
Useless pile of yarn, useless sacrifice
I shiver.
Maybe I can take up knitting
a woven pattern of darks and lights

unraveling what  has been excluded.

Will you remind me if I forget?

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