There is a flare in my new sweater
I bought it for you, but kept it for me
You left before I could give it to you
The fabric doesn't like to admit its faulty strength
To hold together two arm lengths of wool is a big job
I suppose its buttons are tired as well
I hate the flare in your sweater
You only wear it because I gave it to you
Because you loved me that much
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
