I carry scissors

just for this,

you know.

Straddle the lacyness.

Snip snip

(at the seams, mind you).

What’s that,

a bit of talc?

Ah, but you feed me

with dream.

I lay in quandary,

ear to the cotton.

My dirty laundry

is long forgotten.

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