Patchwork

Adulthood clings

patchwork to this suit of skin

 

Frankenstein named

and Frankenstein burned

 

an ill-tailored suit

lunatic suitors sewed

 

as clouded eyes beheld

silhouettes beyond the street

 

scissors dancing in the dark

could not return light

 

notions on the periphery:

dreams of what I used to wear.

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