I Feel Like A Tailor

Who is making suits for every
one else. I clap three times.

The feeling is still there.

I sew a bird to my heart to
make myself feel lighter.

it only makes the bird;

I unravel my own history
from the hem of my heart.

the thread is s
line of cars stuck in traffic

heading to a wedding.
I  am not sad.

but I know sadness.
like the moon over an abandoned

house;  like the moon over a graveyard
where I have sewn so many suits.


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