Sweater
You left behind
On the love seat
Love no longer an option
Love seat
Love
My yarn is tight
Fine Egyptian cotton
Mercerized
Top stitched and fully-fashioned.
Your skin
It used to sit or swish
Inside of me
Against my limbs and lengths
My sleeves and being
You took me places
Folded me
Kept me clean
Now I am a heap of yarn
Dead threads
Smelling of your perfume
But mostly
Reeking rust and
Regret
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Len Kuntz has published his work in Pank, Boston Literary Magazine, Lower Eastside Review and elsewhere.
