妈 Had This Needle

Perhaps the girl makes due with the time been dealt.

She wears her mother’s old buttoned tee and low-rised jeans. 

Call it nostalgic and have her

be molded by where a body used to be. 

Call it timeless

and have her carve shapeness into where time washed the body out. 

Fill it with something more prepared to be alive. 

The girl fashions a life from when the world seemed conquerable 

to a woman who had not yet been conquered by the world. 

The woman once owned a ragdoll that told her

Make sure you stuff me with a cry.

She tosses the needle up into the sky and 

watches it fracture into more stars.