How do I keep the
threads of you from –
knotting my mind
your own ways they say.
And you’ve sewn the
edges of my thoughts with-
out of my mind I try
to make patterns,
make cuts, and folds,
make sense
of layouts that aren’t my own,
and tangling edges
from scraps that don’t match.
This measurement’s off –
sizing too big
for my figure
it out they say.
Too short,
too long,
too much.
Before you cut,
before you stitch,
before you sew
many directions
that lead to the perfect
fit that feels
wrong for my frame of reference.
I tug and adjust
only to find that
my fabric is out of style.
