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tailor

Posted to Action Poetry




you have a seam
unwinding
I see pale skin
there
beneath the tear

I've a needle
and a thread of skill
to sow you up,
feeding from a spool of certainty
but not in the shade of you,
a different hue

rent and flapping open as you are
I will not look
to mend what's humbled,
my own color of chagrin-
a nakedness, to bare