dirty laundry.

trembling all the way

d

o

w

n,

i held on to the

life line i’d found,

a needle with thread

coursing through

my veins like

lament

just may do.

but i,

now i

so lost in

this sewing

of the

me i

used to

be

choose to

forego regret

and instead find myself

beset with the task

of sewing back a world long since

unraveled

and left at the bottom of the

laundry bin.