This Line

This line, this scar
Is squished and pulled
Like the bellows
Of an accordion

Squished like a somnolent accordion
That forgets the accompaniment
Forgets to vibrate sounds
Through its body

This line, this line
Grows to coil around--
To wrap around--
Like a snake

Grows like a lethargic snake
That forgets to squeeze
Forgets to constrict
Until the middle is nothing

This line, this line
Stretches out
Like the buttonholes
On a cheap sweater

Stretches like a treasonous button row
Pulling apart on a slow quarter
That forgets to dislocate
Any threads from the fabric

Forgets to tear
Length by width
Length by width

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