sewing, 5

There are miles and decades
between us and then,

And I know that there is a
stall in your breath

When you think about that
time, that the yarns

Tighten your throat,
threaten to strangle you

Let me help you unravel them,
we can pin them down with ink.

 
 
 
 
 
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