Yard ArtI accidently knocked over the Singer sewing machine, an old black metal one I found in a junk store. It sits on my front stoop, yard art, I call it. All the neighbors stare walking by, and only one has asked, why do you have a sewing machine on your steps? Or the neighbor who uses it in her directions, as in, go 2 houses past the sewing machine. But today that 40 lb machine fell on its side, and I thought of you, and what you might thinking in these dark days of our republic. You, who raised me with all your fiery rhetoric about democracy, who used a Singer sewing machine to put food on our table, and kept sewing even when your finger got pulled under the needle and you slowly turned the wheel and until it came out, wrapped it with a white cotton strip the red so bright as you kept sewing. |
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