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On the way to the hospital,
I plant slanted stitches
no bigger than sesame seeds
Neat, tidy, tight
rows upon rows upon rows
blanket the once blank canvas
On the way to University
to clean out his dorm room
I stitch and breathe
with precision,
careful not to stop
On the way to the rehab facility
my needle points down
then through I pull
the thread
up then through I pull
the thread
until each of a thousand holes
is no more
Published in MockingHeart Review, October 2021