This cardigan has been places. It’s left strands in rivers,
houses, on walls, and has been brushed by people while sheltering its
protector. I wonder what’s caused it to have so many folds. Perhaps there’s a
layer template that’s removed at the end. Look closely and you can clearly see
that it’s been out and about. Everyone and everything wants to get their hands
on it, if only to prick it. The plant behind me looks like it’s getting ready
to grab it. Perhaps it wants to claim the fabric back for the sake of nature,
or that I’ve committed a crime against the environment. Or maybe the trees are
assisting a nearby clothing store and they’re acquiring some more goods. I’m
going to be shook up and down while being undressed until I slide off into the
canal below. They’re just waiting for the people on the towpath to get out of
sight.
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