Paula Kirman

Sweaters

He said sweaters suit me,
these aged, ragged, knotty garments
reflecting years of turmoil
masked as maturity.

A closet of memories
hang from rusty hooks.

Perhaps I should invest in
cashmere, silk, or wool lest these
acrylic relics wear thin.

Still, I appreciated the compliment
and let him touch my winter-dry hair
kissing with static the fabric
he so admired.