thread

She watched him play

with a thread

in-between his

fingers,

twirling and twirling.

As she stared

she couldn’t tell

if it was him spinning

the thread,

or the thread spinning

him.

She imagined the

loose sweater thread

unraveling

and twisting up his arm,

back on to him.

And who else

would be able

to tell the

sweater was

actually wearing him?

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