i’d like to wrap you in saran wrap and save you for dinner tomorrow night
by Sara Martin on May 4, 2017
there are subtle sweaters my mind knits you.
they are purple when you walk
red when you take your shoes off
when i find printed socks i weave them in,
and drip sweet old sesame oil between the hairs and the knit.
there are subtle sweaters my teeth build you,
after i brush them too,
when i don’t speak and it’s mostly in february
what is it about the letters f ‘ruary’
that squeezes in love
through the cushions?