The buttons on trench coats
The zipper on tweed
When opened too roughly our tailored lives bleed
The frill of the fabric
The end of the dream
Reality starts at the stitch of the seam
I’ll show you my patchwork
It looks quite complete
But each scissored square testifies to defeat
I’ll leave just one open
Just missing
Undone
To stare at the sky while I hide from the sun