patchwork girl

patchwork girl dreaming
piecing together the scraps of silk
soft ribbons of broiderie anglais
the tears of velvet darker than midnight
squares of sackcloth hessian made to scrape
against skin both thick and paperthin

patchwork girl sewn together
with a golden thread and a needle finer than hate
embroidered edges with floss spun by spiders
from clouds of reverie, flower thoughts, starwonders
and sighing pockets of maybe hidden beneath morning dew
stitches all lose, then too pulled too tight

she is together
she is all fallen apart
the yielding shape of a doll
the tender shape of a girl

hold her, not an armful of scraps
      but something precious, one of a kind

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