Posted on July 8, 2015
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The sewing needle rests next to my eighth vertebrate. I cannot feel it but know it is there. The thread circles my kidneys like amber capillaries. A sloping row of real pearl buttons, tiny full moons, bump into my small intestine. Silk blocks wrap…
Category: PoemsTags: creative writing, poem, poetry, sewing
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