like yarn i unravel
(you pull
one little edge
and
i am broken down,
frayed /
unkempt / and hairy lackluster)
i keep it together.
one tiny snip
and
you could have my heart,
pulling
ends like
spaghetti
and meatballs (i knit sweaters
up
for you) and
this is hard:
making
something out of nothing...
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