Hug Me In Your Sweater
Hug me
in your sweater
that is speckled with spit
and has your sneezes
within the stitching.
Crowd me
in the corners
where the crimson smears
and in the creases
that you’ve cried in.
Wrap me
in the wrinkles
of your unraveled edges
and wipe away the worry
from your wrecked collar.
Bury me
next to the
broken buttons
and under the beaten hem.
I promise
to polish your pullover
with a pumice stone
and a poised palm.
(Nice and edited with the help of Matt! <3)
