racked

how could you treat me so poorly
as if i were nothing but
a rack
for your sweaters
?
my grandfather wore a sweater
it was yellow
and smelled of smoke
.
the bright lights filter the smoke
whirlingtwirling
up towards them
why is the smoking section
always lower than the
non
?
smoke rises
.
like my soul did at your touch
but now
i'm muffled
and stuck behind the
redweave
of your sweater
.
stumbling around
because
i
can
'
t
see
.