Zipper, Exposed
Unzip me, love.
I’ve built these walls of cashmere
and ponte wool,
recreated my world post-her
with ruffles and ribbon.
Black and white and teal
with fabric tiers and fraying tears
and loose buttons covered in words.
I boxed everything and left it
at her door, started over in these
pearls and chains.
But my seams are plain as ever,
you see my hiding.
I bear my zipper – pull the ribbon
and live me again.
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