You hem the edges of your new personality
Before flipping the skin inside out
And admiring the neat tuck of frayed edges
Away from the laser point eyes
Of moving mannequins.
The day has just begun
And your life is sewed into place
A thickly weaved texture to match
The brains you’ve crafted out of
Foam ripped from the innards of discarded
Dolls now rolling in other worldly clouds.
A familiar face floats by
And you rip a stitch on the old wall
Watching rice fall from the hole
Wondering what your insides have become
After discarding the old stuffing
Forgetting worn clothes
And loved patterns for new seasons.