thread
it’s the feeling of having everything inside you
held back just slightly by the slenderest thread
her hand holds the other end / if she were to pull
all of you would come tumbling out at her feet
every bruise and scrape and missed opportunity
every poor choice and broken promise
every moment of anger or despair or disgust
every time you’d fallen short of yourself
the way you know it’s love is that you want her
to pull the thread, you want her to know
you want her to touch your hand, smile that smile
say it’s going to be OK, that she loves you
not despite your imperfections, but because of them
then she’ll lift her own shirt ever so slightly
show you the thread hanging from her skin
ask you to pull
30 April 2013
Auburn AL
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