Seams and Threads
On her small stool sits the old, grey
haired seamstress trying to match
the satin lining of the dress to the outer
fabric, like the internal cosmos of
a body touching the outer flesh,
such as is the flesh of her rich
customer and the seamstress stoops
closer to her work, her eyes don’t
see anymore, for eons she has
sat on that same stool sewing dresses
for her upscale living customers who
love to have the exclusivity of a custom
made dress, opposite the ones from
the various department stores, dresses
especially sewed for them to have that
special individuality, exclusiveness and
the old seamstress earns her living while
she dresses naked souls pleased in luxury
of exquisite new designs, and European trends.
Finally, she passes the thread through
the eye of the needle of her machine
as her sigh is heard undoubtedly
pinning down the world’s insanity
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