A seam is not a fold
Wholeness of a single history,
Cut on the bias between
Domestic lives and secret souls.
Translucent patterns stitched in pairs
Trace irregular borders, turning eyes inward
Among rows of machines, thread and bobbins
Twists of silk, knots of embroidery, scents of love.
The secret lives of seamstresses
In those factories, those offices,
Binding words and sentences.