durch Mark und Bein | poetry

there’s a tear in my fabric

I’m wearing it inside out

and it’s all the same

the wound wide open

on my sleeve

worn

out in the open

worn out

outside of me

clinging

into me

it’s coming from you

you are the origin

and I am wearing this tear in different ways

and it hurts to think of you

I do it every day

because I remember you

and every single little thing

that came before the tear

before the dismantling of the cloth

the shredding of fabric

but I hold on to the threads

I hold on to them all

the loose ends

before the fall

and I weave and I reintegrate

you in the freest of forms

and even if it hurts you belong to my cloth

and I remember you

every day of my days