Jul 1, 2016

Stitches

Written by Maggie Smith

Read by Emily Rose Cole

Twice they opened me
and twice, after sewing me shut,

they said the thread would dissolve,
they said my body would dissolve

the thread. But see how frugal
I’ve become, saving every stitch

for future alterations and repairs.
Any woman with my blood

saves—is a saver. When given one
sheet of paper, my daughter

cuts out the heart she wants
and keeps the scraps for stars,

snowflakes, flowers. Twice
they cut babies from my body,

but the body remains.
See how nothing is wasted.

The more they cut, the more I have.

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