i didn’t teach you to know me.
my fabric is flimsy, my hoop is small — i taught myself.
my thread is skinny, the colors all clash — i’m from different places.
my design is off center — i didn’t start at the beginning.
my stitches are jagged — i’m still learning.
i just want to be seen.
i only need to be heard.
but you’ve retreated, away from my encroach.
my eyes ache — i’ve been trying to find you.
my throat throbs — i’ve been calling you.
my arms faint — i’ve been reaching for you.