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