Threads dangle off the sweater
I’ve worn forever, blue

and purple billows all across
my torso. I can’t just throw

away this salvaged dollar
from a Goodwill. A cloth

can sheath itself on the body
and glide forever, walking

toward an inevitable unknown
destination. The distance is empty

space, jammed with ubiquitous
sound. I will sew none of it.

(originally published in Live Nude Poems, Fall 2024)