the more I wear this story
of myself, the more
it grows thin, ravels,
a sweater filled with holes—
I fall through them
June 5, 2020 by Rosemerry
the more I wear this story
of myself, the more
it grows thin, ravels,
a sweater filled with holes—
I fall through them
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged clothes, identity, losing the self | 4 Comments
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Perfect.
as one of my readers said, isn’t lace beautiful?
Touched by your poems, thanks for putting them out into the world.
Thank you, friend, for reading them.