hook
a hook for an eye
this ribbon for a slip
there’s a pigeon in the pot
and tree makes the room
your foot on the boards
your head in the sky
no mind if your stockings snag
are splinter-caught
the red thread
frayed or snag
walk now on swollen feet
on feet that are bound-in
with red and orange
with stocking threads
these can be mended
these can be made whole again
you wouldn’t even
notice the tear
spool
red thread unravels in its wooden box
sepulchred with:
loose sequins
button-bones
needles
wires
a furled tape measure
theres a jawed scissors for cutting rough cloth and linen-stuffs
I am two:
my bisection is equatorial
not a vertical splice or gather-to
walking broken-footed does little for my mermaid humour
I’d rather lie in three: head torso and bottom-half :
but they disallow me the luxury
they have made this dress for me
their cunning craft formed the exsosexo skeleton
of my thigh-gap emblazoned with its stone whorl
© Chris Murray 2016, 2021
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