(The door doesn’t match the song, but I walked through it anyway.  Day 217…)

Exactly how you hear it is exactly how it all went down…

We’ve been ripped apart
Like the hem of that dress I ripped apart that September night
And I miss you like fabric hairs reaching for their soulmates
Across your thigh

The sewing table is comfortable.
Kisses unravel spools of desire
My hands press mounds of your flesh together
There’s no difficulty putting thread through eye
You open
And I fill
No thimble
Or other forms of protection
Just rough embroidery
Of my name between your seams
To patch us up…