Stitched Up (Poem)

Stitched Up

I have heard all your lines
Saw them
As woven words
Used threads
And nothing but
My junk aporia
Grasped
As paltry pocket lint
To offer back

And you,
A weak essay on guilt
Step up again
Stitching needles in hand
With mere hems and haws
Fabricating half-truths

© Expressions by Christine 7/5/11