upon realizing my boy has bought me almost half a dozen scarves already…
I prefer to receive scarves from suitors
Not tied to a time or a diet, a scarf
Can be worn now and always like a memory,
like a skipped heartbeat I hold
In my throat and let it out to rewake
The ache of a brand new flush.
Less pretentious than gems, a scarf is armor.
And what we wrap around our necks is trust.
Like love. A scarf comes in the shapes we choose;
from the loosening toss we are off
and the thread on my neck Is the hand on my wrist,
tugging me lovely to light.
–ECW
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