“As if that was the only thing you could do with quilts.”
“Everyday Use,” Alice Walker
“Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.”
“Lady Lazarus,” Sylvia Plath
i collect the tattered remains
of shirts & pants worn with you
now threadbare & out-of-date
fashion passes like stones in a well
woven fabric will fail under weight
& i too soon wore out my welcome
still i gather needle & thread in hand
to piece together cherished remnants
quilting is recollection crafted into use
blanketing the ticking decay of living
under a menagerie of resurrecting you
no longer jumping through crinoline hoops
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