My life is a tapestry sewn with regret

Wrapping myself up sometimes


So tight, I can barely breathe

Sometimes I lay it out


With a needle, I pull up threads

Changing the patterns


Turning some inside out, upside down

Staining with the red in me


I lie with my tapestry

So clear, no illusions just fear


One layer upon layer

Until there’s no definition to my craft


Tucked away high in a box

Falling when the cold makes me ache

(10/14/98) Reheated Leftover

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