Fiber Is Indigestible

We have woven a perfect fit,
a cuddly blanket of us,
but you are messing around
with stuff you don’t know
anything about.

You want to change
just one tiny thing,
but don’t.
Tied to something else,
like a sweater thread,
it will all unravel.

I’ve strung you along
with a list of lies
and you can’t pull out
the first one,
or we will

fall

apart.

I am exhausted,
my nerves frazzled and frayed.