A Sweater Is (2005)

A bicycle that you love and love and love and love until it is stolen or lost or if you are lucky, used until it wears down to dead-beat brakes and shone tires. When the paint is peeled and the spokes are rusted—that is when it has been loved too thin to keep you warm, and you will throw it in a chest of other old bicycles in the attic, to forget, but not trash, on account of sentimentality.