Queen Midas This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

October 25, 2009
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They were all garbage
The pieces of cloth
The swatches of plaid
Even polka-dot
Miscellaneous buttons
A minutiae of textures
Colors of a painter's pallet
Threads of spools found in
Thrown-out purses
Ten-cent bins
Deceased cloth
(your favorite) burgundy
Separate they were ugly
A pile of forlorn
The pile of refuse sitting
On the kitchen table
Coupled with a needle
And secretly I hated it
That you made us wear the
Remnants of a farmer's shirt
Stained with sweat and fatigue
An old man's trousers reeking
Of death and powder
The checkered tablecloth once covered
In crumbs and ant carcasses and
The green stains of grass
Yet I knew why you must do
Such a thing so I never asked
Out of understanding
As you wove the needle
In and out
Through the pieces of material
So intently
Frowning in concentration
As pink floral merged with
Pastel yellow and a kiss of lace
You labored
Under the dim electric light
For me to have a
Dress imbibed with the memories
Of a little girl picking Brown-Eyed Susans
Barefoot and blissfully ignorant
A doily reminiscent of tea-time
Laughing and chattering
Of a young lady's skittish apprehensions
As she takes his own moist hand
I wore memories
Of July heat
In the bowels of Wisconsin winter
Silent smiles
At Grandpa's funeral (he loved to tell jokes, remember?)
Tree branches
When I needed something to hold onto
And when there was nothing else to cover me
Your tablecloth,
Red and white
Faded in one corner
Purple in the middle where I spilled my glass of grape juice
Enveloped my fast-growing form perfectly,
A jacket lined with thick white wool
And an inscription in bright blue thread:
I clothe you with the pieces of my heart.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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IndiLizard This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 11, 2010 at 10:21 pm
this is beautiful. i love the peaceful nostalgia. i really don't have anything i can say except that it left me feeling happy.
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