sewing room, breathe the smell of the catalogue
newly printed. all is neat and tidy, radio playing
the land outside is cared fully, water lays on petals.
all have their tasks and dispositions, all have likes
the buttons are sewn on
divinley four stitches each, exactly, any more
or less, could cause discomfort.
then look at the lining, a flash of shock in silk.
some thing is simmering .