LINEN
Ironing this breezy blouse
(before my visit with friend Gladys to the
Civic Center exhibit of my African ancestors)
I confess my love affair with this
Fabric of these
ancient,
natural threads:
Although it
Frustrates,
Enrages, and is
Rejected by others
when it
Crinkles right away,
I’ve always loved the
Coolness,
Vulnerability,
Openness,
Magical Imperfections,
Accidental nubs and knots, and the
God-given,
Unashamed
Fallibility
Of it.
Its touch against my
Crinkly,
Sweaty,
Mistake-prone skin
in this
Humid
Atlanta Sahara
Kisses me with
Much-longed for
Forgiveness.
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