You caught me up
old world
in obsolescent fabric
stiff &
loosely shaped
tabbinet, cambric
martin’s hide
lace
my head /
your sculptures
my bowels /
your weight
—you bookshop
of stitchery!
teach me to intimate
what hasn’t shaken out:
the pleasure of
taking off;
simplicity; cotton;
have I been
naked before? yes,
and then forgotten