Seam

thread me through the needle’s eye O God that I may see Here are two facts: the Latin word for self is se and when Moses met God at the burning bush He said “I am” and so I'm splitting at the seams

it seems

my facade begins to fray

I look down at my trousers worn from frequent travel

between two worlds I note: the selvage

has begun to tear what am I         frayed at both ends where am I         stitched between two fabrics who am I         only a fabrication (and so it is always afraid that we grope in the dark for anything to call our own)