Puberty
awkward as a knitting accident
three-sleeved, holes too small or
tight in every wrong place, puckered
pilled and pocked, ill fitting
ugly colored and all made up of purls
(where there ought to be anything else)
she sits, a wooly sweater in hot weather
a clearance rack of mishaps, a dropped
stitch, wishing someone had followed
the pattern, hoping for anyone
to try her on, imagining that she could
be in season or that someday she might
meet the one she was made to fit
--smh
(my thanks to Magpie Tales for the photo prompt...
and to jr. high for the painful inspiration)