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.
Copyright © David Freeman | Year Posted 2025
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