Sweater by Cody Davis

My hands are shaking like a small dog in water.

My knees too resemble the unstable stints balanced on clattering claws.
My eyes dawdle on Christmas lights and on my shaking hands and clattering knees.
My neck feels the seasons change,
Cool and warm against my skin,
Raising hairs and moistening hairs.
A high-pitched whistle sounds from my nose,
Trying to break your attention from your exhausted dreams and day’s worries.
My body is acting and reacting.
My hands are shifting and holding
Onto the twine unraveling your sweater,
The last piece of you that is mine. 

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