BLUE SWEATER MEMORIES /// Claire Scott

BLUE SWEATER MEMORIES

///Claire Scott

We headed off to the sweater factory in Laconia a bunch of bored teens looking for something to do that summer of the sixties something to pass the time before night’s beer & whiskey & pairing off into pine shadows I bought a blue pullover with navy stripes for only five dollars that night sipping whiskey on the shore of Squam Lake the moon strolled across the water the last loon silent till dawn I noticed a loose thread & I pulled & pulled & others joined in until my sweater was one long wool thread piled at my feet & we were all laughing impossible to tell it was once a very cool blue sweater with navy stripes for only five dollars

that blue sweater that first kiss, tongues seeking arms fumbling, not sure what was off limits afraid a clumsy hand would spoil it all I want to remember before time pulls the thread and unstitches that summer in New Hampshire