Quilts, with a Q,
are to sooth,
to warm, to
comfort;
easy gig for a
cold body of
bony, leftover
limbs; purple
dots & dashes,
scabs and sores.

More than one
panel will get
you a halo,
a golden spray
of lilies, an
urn of ashen
tomorrows like
your sister’s
wedding gown.

Guilt, with a G
is to burden you
for having judged
in swift strokes
the little boy
in a hand-me-down
crib; his muscles
on atrophic
display.

  
© Lewis Bosworth, 2014