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Why Having a Knitted Boyfriend Is Better Than an Actual Boyfriend

For you created my inmost being;/you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

            -Psalm 139:13

His nipples softer than expected in the dark

my face pressed into his chest after the dream

where I have once again denied my own name.

Sweat on skin on skin damp, sheepish, smelling

of the stripy wool socks my mother knit for

Christmas dozens and dozens when I refused

to answer the phone when I would not discuss

his scruff which was not scruffy, nor the speckled

line leading down from his belly button to the mystery

of his inmost being. Why is he always smiling, even

when I weep and blather awake all night?

     In the dream

I can only predict what has already happened –

how I drove away down the flat black road not looking

back.

         He was always so flat: the stuffing wouldn’t last.

There were no teeth to bite the back of my neck,

no voice. No words to console, or to condemn.

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