Loosened Carpet Stitch
Sandy Vo
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Falling
into
the
stench - - - - o-f - - - - iron.
Threads that sew shattered glass together
cast sand into the hot air, forms a storm of shards
let it may rain pink slivers upon night’s gain.
Fallin-g
into
the
pool - - - - o-f- - - - uneaten
f - -le--s-h.
Your future ancestors become past thieves
immense grit trap in time, clocks down fate
commence the patchworks of the embalm.
Falli-n-g
into
the
sight - - - - o-f- - - - wishes.
A reflective diamond shines afar from a mirage
soaring fabrics of crystals, reaches far into the distance
thirsty desires are beaded, it flies across the sandy skies.
Fall-i-n-g
into
the
pit - - - - o-f- - - - needles.
Wrapped around in golden quilts sewn by goddesses
unleashes more than a thousand tales from one night
poking into an endless cushion, strings that chokes.
Fal-l-i-n-g
fa l / -i-n-g
f a /
__
i
n
g ♢
෴෴ you failed to catch stars
you became a crystal of the night.
Line of a Love's Mended
What are you thinking about?
We used to come together singing about sunlight.
We grabbed a handful of rays alike,
the sky outside turns more navy as we stitch
the sun’s sheets into a dress.
You called it a sundress,
I’m too deep into the sunset.
What am I thinking about?
My eyes set on old draperies.
Thoughts like you oxidized,
suddenly my lungs vaporized.
What are we on about?
You know that I yearn for your
embroidered soul
hung in a cathedral behind a veil.
Your torn hand presses against my button eyes.
Our loops repair, never despair, only to
prepare.
Become the air that wared.