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.