fear ye the wrath of the fuzzy wool sweater; it beckons from yonder closet with sweet promises of warmth as your cold bare shoulders shiver in the morning chills. seduce me not, oh ivory sheath of knitted beguilement, for as the day grows dark and the shadows lengthen, ghostlike wisps from your being jettison in the air around me. you cast your web of wonder white on the black of my office chair. you shall not call me from your cavelike surrounds, aside the BCBG slides of summers yore and the bootcut jeans of many Saturday moons! tempt me not to glide your lofty threads against me, leaving me to wrest fuzzballs from my cuffs. oh sweater! only packing tape or a defuzzing comb shall tame you.
Posted by equilibrium-girl at January 18, 2005 09:45 PM