A Patchwork Woman

for C.A.

I’ve made of you a patchwork woman a quilted thing to lay across the bed I lie on

I made it of fragments a moment by a window two looks at lunch and you within my arms that sweetness

I added to it things I never thought my mother’s breast a sister gone too far away that magic land and wishes hot to char fine linen

The tree bristles with life outside and I handle a disintegrating doll it is not you or even like you it is only what I hold

How can I bear this My love remember if you can and if you can forgive this puppetry

5jt.com © 2003-13 Stephen Taylor
Permission to use quotes was neither sought nor obtained.

Valid HTML 4.01 Strict