(Un)Fitting the Pattern
I was stitched together so perfectly
no stray pins
no loose fabrics
no ripped seams
I was her finest work
made with care
and
of course a mother's love
I always obeyed her
listened to her
"a lady always.."
yes, mother
"a lady never..."
yes, mother
"You need to lose weight, this should fit"
Okay, mother
She cant see me now
smoking three packs a day
wearing less
stumbling, drunk,
more drunk,
how did I get here?
It's ironic,
the dressmaker's daughter
sewn flawlessly since conception
was
steadily
coming apart at the seams
