Handmade with love
the label declared,
and still I placed
the dress in a garbage
bag, left it at the curb
for a truck to carry away.
Now your joints swell,
your sewing machine
stays covered, and I
have money for dresses
.
But I want them back,
those dresses I watched
you cut from satin sheets—
the black dress, out of style
now, but classic the way
black dresses are,
how we learn about love
too late.
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