Tagged: fabric

imposter syndrome,

connecting with the

autumn makes herself

mom and dad shuttle

mom and dad shuttle
the loom back and forth across the
fabric of our youth,

adolescence, adulthood – a
selvage against unravelings
.
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next to the tear in

next to the tear in
the fabric
,
several notes with
suspicions,
judgments,
none with apologies,
wrapped around
colorful spools
of threads, a
needle or two
.
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in the absence of

in the absence of
eyelids, it is possible
that fish still
dream
– their
brains sleeping in
shifts, shuttling
the fabric of
storied images
back and forth,
back and forth
.
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in the fabric of

in the fabric of
each moment, there are stitches
of joy, of sadness –

we mindlessly pick at them,
not recognizing which is which
.
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the years gather like

the years gather like
pleats, pinned into
place hastily by the
unsteady fingers of
memory, only to
reveal that we are
no closer to
immortality
than we imagined
we would be
.
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old man winter expertly

old man winter expertly
embroiders entire
cities, gliding
through their
fabrics without
a hitch, as if he
were always
waiting, a pack
of needles in tow,
sharp points,
wide eyes
.
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we slipped into summer’s

we slipped into summer’s
rain and felt the stars
align like lost
magnets, an unseen
but insistent
pull, tugging at
the hem of my
skirt, the gossamer
trim of our
patience, the come-
hitherness of
your shirttail
.
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