Worn Love

Subtle acts of love
Lined up
Safe in order, hung from a safety pin
In another in another
A chain of sharp edges tucked in
Threads of words hang loose and tight
From a frayed piece of cloth
A handkerchief that I had stiched ten years ago
But left unfinished.
We wipe surfaces with it now
Dust and dirt of existence
Absorbed in its being.
My love is old and soft, worn out
From repeated wear and wash.
Held together by chains of safety pins
A criss cross over a cloud.


Access prose and poems in my book, “Dreaming in a Fish Bowl”!

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