I?m sorry,
the seams are ripping.
Stuffed and overfilled
with the pain
others
tossed into me.
?You take it? they said
and I took it
and now I am
stuffed
and
overfilled.
And now?
the seams are ripping.
Father brother mother
many many lovers
stuffed and overfilled
me.
The seams are ripping
it?s all pulling apart
the fibers
I?ve woven and knitted
and patched.
The seams are ripping
the fabric is in shreds
letting out all that has me
stuffed and overfilled.
The seams
that held
your sorrows
are ripping
and I fear
I will stuff
and overfill
the world.
I?m sorry,
the seams are ripping.
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