… if it did, I’d make it stretch. If said fabric can stretch over large bodies at the gym it could expand a little to cover the bundles of laundry waiting to be done, the piles of neglected notebooks… reaching all the way over to the little faces around who so eagerly want to walk to the park. On the stretched edge of time, held fast and pulled back towards me, I’d sew on all the popped-off buttons, cut out the quilt patches that sit forlorn on a shelf, pen the poems which have whirled about my... read more
