Sew

traveling along equal distance,
along the rails of my kind.
you mention the control, neatness.
i turn around.

in me there was the sound of
straight spin thread, and i sewed.
it comes apart and i
can't
make it whole.

just, just wanting the suck of
clean air and a reasonable peace;
an epic sitting not upon a barbwire fence-

it's you, it's free, it's possible,
i maybe smile