A Good Seam

I ran the seam
fast
the machine racketing out pink stitches
down the stretch of pink slub cotton
the motor whirring
I guide the line of locked-together thread loops
that hold the front of the dress to the back
the dress worn to rags or handed down or given away or sold
going lots of places and seeing lots of things
or maybe
one person one day and discarded after one excursion
and a spilled glass of red wine. No one knows.

The needle punk punk punks
into the taut fabric. The pink dress and
the end of this seam
Whatever happens
it is a good seam. Cut the threads.

11/21/19