Just a minor thing,
you promised,
dragging your lining and your needles.
I was to trust you,
to follow your words
like a dotted line,
like a row of stitches,
straight and blank.
And I did,
following them right off
the needle’s eye,
down, down
into a folded abyss.
-Valentina Cano
you promised,
dragging your lining and your needles.
I was to trust you,
to follow your words
like a dotted line,
like a row of stitches,
straight and blank.
And I did,
following them right off
the needle’s eye,
down, down
into a folded abyss.
-Valentina Cano
