BLACK WOOL
three women with three
bags full of wool weave me
a sweater christmaspresent
i will never want to put on.
but you really must be nice
to the elderly.
under the christmas tree, held
in a box: my sweater of many
colours that mama wants for me
in this sunlight looks the colour
of coal. and i am holding my breath
or averting my eyes to a whole life
of life in the wrong lane, itching to
jump out
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