DEATH Poem: Recluttering, by Jaleelah Ammar

That dress you left behind? It carried on,
splayed out diagonally across my chest-
nut table. I ripped carefully along
the seams holding the plastic teeth abreast

and set the jaws aside. Stitched ribbon skin
along the wounded spine and plucked each piece
of fur that stabbed the fabric deep within
its weave. Your dog, like you, would never cease

its shedding or its anger. Unlike you,
the thing was blameless and ugly. The dress
is mine now, hanging on your old pool cue,
which leans against my wall. I cleaned the mess

created by the restoration. I
will cut and sew your things until I die.

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