you have always loved edges, whether it
it the horizon or the shoreline or my sides,
and i am good at pretending to be an outline.
i have 15 favorite sweaters, and they all hide
my insides when the snow hides the ground.
we have always had a winter friendship.
you studied something that involved a lot of ideas,
and i just happened to come along when you
were looking for an idea yourself.
it's ok, because i'm just starting to look
inside the crooked edges of the skirt i sewed
last april. but i am not a theory. even though:
i always seemed like a good idea, didn't i?
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