Sleeveless Blouse

My eyes have found in your seams While walking over the edges of my garment. The intricate stitches, holding together the efforts of the steam iron Become these knots untied. The layers and layers and layers of fabric Potentially protecting me from your prickly needles! With all that is left within me - Fragments, rivulets, pieces in teeny tiny composition carefully conniving against my obvious will. But surely if you please Spare me the reintroduction to you My dearest seamstress.