Threads She Shares, a poem written by Michael Ball at
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Threads She Shares

Threads She Shares

written by: Michael Ball



Her threads do not baste
nor do they lockstitch
her seams together.

Half its length silver,
the other still black.
One long thread on my
pillowcase is proof
that she still nestles
head by head at night.
Affection’s relic.

On overly white
ovals, rims and tanks,
her threads are like spoor,
animal traces
of love, not danger.

While fastidious
about neat and clean,
she seldom observes
her head threads dislodged
by reflexive strokes
of pulling fingers.

He who does notice
mutely clears her threads
while faintly smiling.
He pays those small dues.

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