Sew-Through

I am exhausted from digging graves
deep enough to plant onions
and potatoes without disturbing the dead come harvest.

I see cross hatched fields in shadow.
I see a baby crawl through a minefield.
I see crows grow fat no matter how quickly I dig.

As the traumas displace a subliminal ocean
I begin to see the odd beauty
of a four hole button

half crushed to jagged fragments,
the other half solid beyond expectation.
How frayed threads hold the button to the coat.


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