.the seamstress.

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

and requisitions.


the buttons are sewn on

divinley four stitches each, exactly, any more

or less, could cause discomfort.


i feel.


then look at the lining, a flash of shock in silk.


some thing is simmering .












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