spinning yarn.

He wore love,
like sheep’s clothing.
My, what big
words you have-
spinning yarn to,
sound like promises,
and straw,
into gold and,
time into years.
Oh, all the better,
to eat you up with,
my dear.

“Oh, please don’t go – we’ll eat you up, we love you so!” – Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

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