30 days. I undertake
to unmake the world
stitch it up in new patterns
modern, sleek, formal, antique.
You ask for a frock, a cloak
give me time to refine—
but I’m sewing in the dark
one stitch forward, two ripped out—
I have only this shapeless shroud
a cloud of blank(et), pilled-up
full of holes
Having fun with this prompt from Quickly.