Upton

I stitch heartbreak in every zipper, chase ghosts who can’t hold my glitter.

while my hands, gold with genius, fumble the invoice, drown in the genius of missing it.

The love letters? All the lining, hidden where you never look— between the seems of my own making,

where the fabric breathes….and the pattern,

darling is you.

Stephanie Zoe Warncke