lately i have been yearning for
all that is old and to help with
that i wear my thrifted sweater
it has no tags and
has been worn (by someone)
down (by someone)
maybe it has been
taken off (by a lover) i
think about how maybe it was
softer then i think about careers
i could never have
now i think about radio stations
that could ever
be convenient i think
about writing for
movies for poetry magazines
now to work for my own
enjoyment i think about not being
reliant on something that does
everything and nothing
for the earth to keep spinning
cycling around the sun
is all it has to
do i think about my
red sweater softer on
someone else who
was an artist and did not
feel so threatened?