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Volume 2 Issue 4
Page 4
Page 4
Every day I breathe another thread
in until I begins to unravel,
I won’t wash a stitch.
I bring closer what’s trapped in
cloth, bunching and bunching it up to
my nose till I can find a stronger scent.
If I am not careful,
the very last of you
will be gone
as if I washed and hung them
on the line, claiming them as mine
And still, I won’t wash a stitch.
in until I begins to unravel,
I won’t wash a stitch.
I bring closer what’s trapped in
cloth, bunching and bunching it up to
my nose till I can find a stronger scent.
If I am not careful,
the very last of you
will be gone
as if I washed and hung them
on the line, claiming them as mine
And still, I won’t wash a stitch.
| You Unravel For My Grandma By Janine Margiotta |
