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Poem: Loose Thread

my sweater is the color of a copper sun,

her warmth transfers to me as if powered by one,

and her sleeves smell of genuine love.


my beautiful sweater,

worth a million and one,

has just begun,

begun becoming undone.


how could i have not noticed?

the golden thread fluttering about?

it’s exposed and prone to injury,

i cannot wear such a delicate fabric out.


looking for a pair,

of equally delicate shears,

didn’t notice yet again,

she’d get caught here.


feeling a patch of coolness on my side, i looked down in horror,

my sweater was imperfect,

pretty much soiled… very uncoiled.

crying into the fabric,

i realized it still smelt of my childhood.

it still shone like a coppered sun,

it still grasped at my skin like a thousand tiny hugs.


i wasn’t willing to cut off all of the imperfections,

she was still my favorite sweater,

she was just in need of some love.

Alejandra Briceno

Hey! I’m Alejandra, a sophomore at Homewood High School. I'm a huge fan of Harry Styles, but I enjoy listening to all genres - my favorites ranging from salsa to modern folk. I also enjoy watching New Girl, reading, and working out!

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