Kleidleid

By Eva Taylor

pierced fabric
empty of flesh
covered with scales
breath of skin
not mouth

i wanted to exhale
another me
make an A from an E
without a rib
only a needle
of letters

pull out this thread of loss
the line that leaves no trace
unloose the old pages
the white spaces

thread yourself in
resew me
on the next page

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