Interwoven Strands

By Katherine Seidemann

This sweater is purled of memories and cross-stitched with deep sighs
This sweater knew how to make perfect chicken and dumplings, but
This sweater has forgotten the technique and the recipe
This sweater will never forget how to make a perfect vodka gimlet
This sweater hasn’t been to the cleaners in years, but
This sweater doesn’t get out much anymore
This sweater will not teach you Spanish
This sweater declares I will never live in Puerto Rico
This sweater often says the wrong thing, but
This sweater (almost) always means well
This sweater doesn’t mean to imply you need to go on a diet, but
This sweater hides a lot of flaws and holds a lot of secrets
This sweater can be dressed up, or
This sweater can dress you down
This sweater knows the lyrics to one thousand songs, yet
This sweater hums nothing but Brown Eyed Girl
This sweater itches to belong to a writer
This sweater believes there are no bad words, only hard feelings, but
This sweater has learned that there is bad grammar
This sweater will wash out your mouth with bar soap
This sweater once belonged to the unraveled
This sweater has been a necessity, an embarrassment, and a treasure
This sweater was owned by my mother
This sweater is my inheritance
This sweater cost me too damned much