T H I M B L E

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Have you seen daddy?
He ran from mama’s embroidery machine
Screaming something ‘bout decorating
Hate

It ain’t cheap ya know
Quilting memories from soiled lingerie
Soakin’ mama’s tears in thimbling
War

Her thrift stores are uniformed
Decorated in tactical chicanery
Boxed in murky complex
Inferiority

Still he tasted her mother-tongue
Ripped apart her cotton fibers
Counted upon her chemical
Tenacity

As they pasteurized his mind, ate
Dot cliché’s, drank songs about
Swallows and grape-less wine
Kitsch’s

Like daddy they ran
Like mama they fought
Wearing nothing
Screaming something
‘Bout Love