A Woman’s Best Garment is Silence

She crafted herself
a new blue suit
of worsted wool
gabardine,
stitched in
silence,
lined the jacket with
old friends,
abandoned mother,
Aunt Lee, Uncle Dean,
threaded
Old Man River,
dust bowl farms,
Iowa, Wisconsin, Illinois
in each seam,
even though she’d
dreamed long
of leaving. Continue reading

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