New poem

stitched

if pulling these threads animates you
little doll
let me draw your spine
two legs
a mouth
let me take you to the door
exit onto the street
crawl through blizzard conditions
to get your fix

when i pull you up
you do what i want you to
you deny the holy minions
even when they throw pretty words at you
and bring the wine
slow and warm over tonsils
until even the singing
stops

if i sew your eyes shut
you won't see when he is bad
and you are silent
if your mouth has smiled
its static smile
he can bite your excuses in half
you stand there
exposed

in the fumbling booths
of freakish fingers
they'll explore
your unfeeling terrain
for five dark demons
for ten vixen hybrids
for 15 shots of gin

my mother is a horrible seamstress
i have not made amends
my mother is a horrible seamstress
i have not made that mistake

in the fumbling booths
of freakish fingers
they'll explore
your unfeeling terrain
for five dark demons
for ten vixen hybrids
for 15 shots of gin

my mother is a horrible seamstress
i have not made amends

for what I ask you to do for him
and 15 shots of gin

© Aleah Sato