ABSTRACT
See how she goes with her needle and thread sewing the baby’s brains in its head and snipping it now for an arm and a wrist cutting out hands with a tear and a twist. Over and under: again and again inside to outside then knotting the ends; neck bowed and rocking she twines as she frets blood, flesh and bone into heartbeat and breath. But work - and she does work - she never can know every sinister night time swerve of her soul; the baby is bonded to be what she dreads - her unspeakable sin - wrought through every thread. Turn around - leave them to shift as they may: pray the hems hold fast when the fraught seams fray refrain: rip the sinews from my body tear my body from my mind I have loved you over edges that sever space from time.
