the right set of problematic patterns
puckered the suckers on Primrose's pants.
If she dared peeled them off
she knew not what lay beneath
Her scissors were made of thorns & thyme and she knew her blood was milk as she cut
while the seamstress's cat peered on, closed windows
while she peeled off the first sucker, open doors
milk-smeared skin formed a ring-road of
roses around the seamstress lying on the floor
of her kitchen, three kittens littered beside her, the cat trapped
with the knowledge that both she and the seamstress have a 50/50 chance
of the ritual writing the songs of origin
to make this work of saving lives
to make this work when counting debt and yet