Vol 3 No 1 2009
Hand-Knit Sweater
Now I'm in the sweater. The
imaginary sweater. Now
I'm in. Two-fifty in advance,
more for extra colors. I want
those extra colors—the thin
blue lines, free emerald particles
that thread a burning
star. Flecks of brilliant soft
in our long dark again. Your
breath still languid, an elbow
on my ribs. Your breast
turned to a dream, my ear
draped with curls. I bought
the wool in skeins, hanging
from a peg. I bought it all
for Valentina—Valentina's
hands, Valentina
with your art. Valentina
with her price to make
the warmth alive. I asked them
Please, have Valentina call.
I'm waiting by the phone.
You're talking in your sleep.
Jamie Ross