her through the skinny wall
Sighing and stitching, sitting at the
To the sound of bobbins and looms
As she tries to stave away
First a sigh and then a curse
A sewing machine in reverse
Followed by familiar clicking
As she begins the unpicking
As it threatens to become undone
And so I hear her sewing machine
As it finds a thread into my dream
As she tries to untick an
First a sigh and then a curse
A sewing machine in reverse
Followed by infernal clicking
As she begins the unstitching
And in the morning when I awake
I picture her with downcast eyes
First a sign, then a curse
A sewing machine in reverse
Followed by familiar clicking
As she begins the unpicking
First a sigh and then a curse,
a sewing machine in reverse
All the more or none the less,
