Cut From The Same

Written by: Annie Brittle

Enough, to touch the hem of who you 
are,
To discover how you're stitched 
together,
To hold onto the threads which 
compose you.
What makes you?
The way you cut and the way you are 
cut.
A material of mine, designed to 
clothe my frame,
I feel the subtle fabric of another like 
me,
On you, I note the same fragile 
embroidery
That I feel across my skin.
Now, richly robed, I keep you around 
me
And will wear you eternally.