Aura Of A Quilt
There is a patchwork woven in where fingers
once slipped through.
Rips knit together make a newer flesh.
A million brims and a million holes are
All pliable.
I've played with fabric and cloth.
I've dreamed of welcoming stars.
(But you unmend me.)
Touch me from within my sleep—
I feel no pain.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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