truth #2 (sweater weather)

I wonder if you’ll ever get tired of my words

I wonder if i’ll wear them out
like the pullover mother made me
until the sleeves are too long
too fuzzy
for my arms to fit through
leaving enough room
to make one wish for a new one
just so the heat remains
under the woolen threads

but maybe
there is hope
because I learned
the mind is capable of expansion
to a level flesh is not
so let us grow
snuggle together in this sweater
until all we do
is linger in heat
where the only space that is too much
is when you’re misplaced
not where you should be
laying with me

so now
I count the inches
that I grew
every day
I fill up enough
to be of comfort to you