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For some, trust is just a tattered scrap,
a rag, a remnant of tapestry torn from
an old footstool, a moth-eaten bit of
homespun cloth with loose strings on
the verge of unraveling, barely worth
bothering to launder, pin, watch swing
on the breeze, hang limp, a dead thing,
a birdless wing, edges worn feathered.
The swatches I have gathered, these fat
quarters and bright patches, the bottom
halves of jeans destined for Daisy Duke-
dom have been scrubbed to a sheen
with lye, wiped, blotted, dipped in dye,
but it's no use. The stains persist. In
certain light, they are quite visible,
and I still can't bring myself to toss them out
convinced I might need them someday. You, tired
of tripping on bins and boxes, suggest a project,
say I ought to get creative, use my imagination,
sort through the scraps, arrange them in patterns
to resemble cathedral windows, picket fences, sew
them together and bind the edges. I make an effort
but my scissors are rusty, my thread weak, pins
and needles make me bleed, and nothing lines up
properly, and still, by some miracle, I manage
to stitch a clumsy crazy quilt, but you see,
the trouble is that everything gets dirty,
and when I run them through the machine,
they always fall apart at the seams.
a rag, a remnant of tapestry torn from
an old footstool, a moth-eaten bit of
homespun cloth with loose strings on
the verge of unraveling, barely worth
bothering to launder, pin, watch swing
on the breeze, hang limp, a dead thing,
a birdless wing, edges worn feathered.
The swatches I have gathered, these fat
quarters and bright patches, the bottom
halves of jeans destined for Daisy Duke-
dom have been scrubbed to a sheen
with lye, wiped, blotted, dipped in dye,
but it's no use. The stains persist. In
certain light, they are quite visible,
and I still can't bring myself to toss them out
convinced I might need them someday. You, tired
of tripping on bins and boxes, suggest a project,
say I ought to get creative, use my imagination,
sort through the scraps, arrange them in patterns
to resemble cathedral windows, picket fences, sew
them together and bind the edges. I make an effort
but my scissors are rusty, my thread weak, pins
and needles make me bleed, and nothing lines up
properly, and still, by some miracle, I manage
to stitch a clumsy crazy quilt, but you see,
the trouble is that everything gets dirty,
and when I run them through the machine,
they always fall apart at the seams.
Literature
A glossary
I have been reading Transformers fanfics. Too much in fact, not to have ideas for original characters. But before I get to that, here is a boring explanation of terms. Borrows from Stat sheets I saw here on DA.
STATS:
Strength: Brute physical force
Intelligence: Mental Flexibility, strategy, and Acuity.
Speed: How quickly you get from A to B. Also affects/considers reaction time.
Endurance: How quickly you tire; how well you can take a hit.
Rank: How much authority you have.
Courage: How well you can take stress, whether under fire or not.
Firepower: How hard you can hit.
Skill: How experienced you are at using your armament(s).
I would add
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Felled
he loved her
you could tell; he was blind
because if you've ever found a baby bird
fallen from its nest
you know
that the eyes
go first
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I really like the metaphor in this. The first and second and last strophes in particular have a great flow. So nice to see you posting again.