A black kimono—
soul-thin drapes.
See-through ache.

Heart, a sleeve
culled.
Lace filament edging

a fragile grief.
See. I am
already undone.

Touch me—
pull tight, cinch
an obi, hopeful.

Unpick a stitch,
silk gapes,
threads sigh,

come untied.
Robe released.
Say it—

Look at me—
loosened
from the dark folds.