i'm eating noodles
trying to keep my eyes on the television
but my eyes are drawn towards the sewing machine
an old relic
it smells like the seventies
and runs like a beat up buick
the sticker on it reads
'guaranteed for life'
.
beautifully designed thoughts
[the needle]
ears that welcome words
like the embracing arms of a long time lover
[the thread]
i wish love
was this sewing machine
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