I sketch you in my mind,
someone who would be the perfect fit.
Cut your length to my desire, not short,
rather take up hems than let them down—
thinking of my progeny.
Ah, this pattern of a fictional man
that must fit right.
When fitting, there are places that
need tucking in—too big a personality
may be overwhelming. And places that
need letting out—too tight, constricting to movement.
I will throw this pattern out and start anew.
Draining, this business of designing and cutting patterns.
Thinking of choosing something ready-made.
© Althea Mark-Romeo 16.03.2012
I like this. It seems an inadequate assessment, but I do. I like this.
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