dead spiders

i dragged the heavy sweater out of a trash bag in the closet. it smelled like mothballs and dirt. there were holes in the stomach. the bugs had a feast in the dark while i was drinking through the heatwave. i held the wool up to the bare bulb. i found a bent needle by the sink. i used black thread on the green fabric. i bit the string off with my teeth. the stitches looked like dead spiders. i put the sweater on. my pale gut showed through the gaps.