Wednesday, July 9, 2008

I will cut Myself off, like
You would trim a skirt to hem it up.
All ragged with strings falling at the sides
Tickling your legs as You walk to remind
Yourself to cut them when You get back, iron
and sew the loose edges by piercing the fabric
with an electric needle.
Press out the seam. He's Gone.
You've sewn Him out.

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