Ratty Sweaters

She comes to me from a world beyond In dark, smirking comedy A reminder of a time that is past A black sweater shall not be her remedy I am my mother’s daughter it seems. I hang onto clothes that are comfortable, no matter the condition. The clothes that envelope me in warmth and security, like a blanket in the hands of Linus and the black sweater my mom hung onto in her nineties. It took me over 20 yearsRead more