Sweater


Nothing like a cold skin bath,

A flesh shower lasting all day

A sitting room with enough chairs

For everyone to sit in,

A day trip without traffic and

Arguments about what to do next,

A little memory relapse,

Now you’re in high school again,

Judged by the clothes you wear,

A dress for your sorrows,

A graphic tee to show your age,

A sweater hung above you,

Nothing like it.

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