I love you
And you make me worse
In the same way something is whole
But has holes on the sleeves
The kind you find
Donated to fluorescent lights
And unwanted
Originally expensive, worth something
But now
A sweater no one would notice
Hung on a rack to sag
Until you find me
And make me worse
Make me less
Than whatever the pennies and dimes
On the tag say
You make me beyond that
Holes to slip your fingers through
Like gloves
Holes to see inside me
When you lift me up,
Take me home,
Make me something
You don't ask for cashmere
Or stability
And, though I'm ashamed to say,
Sometimes I can't even keep you warm
You let me be all that
In a closet
For both of us
I smell like history and age
You say
Though I would say death,
Before I met you
But I will forever let you
Redefine me and become my bones
The hanger folding me into shape
A shabby skin
So worse for wear










