loose threads
I.
two legs lace cut
from a thread count,
under a crumpled sheet,
on the cold side of the pillow,
a tear takes it's sleep and howls
wounded
where those missing threads
kept me the
warmest.
II.
more than just a string snagged
inscisor slashed and spat to the floor.
unwhole on the floor and fading,
that stranded soul would savor
being swept, if it meant just
being draped over
your shoe.