repairs

TW: mentions of needles

 

last night I stitched shut a hole in a pair of pajama pants.

I remember buying them, searching for my size, having to buy a large and still the legs falling short leaving my ankles bare and cold, the waist inelastic and the drawstrings simply decorative.

but I stood in the store, clutching my cash to pay for them all the same.

 

I wore them for months and I couldn’t even tell you when the hole tore.

I noticed it and I let it linger.

 

last night I sat down with a needle and too much thread, I stitched and stitched, drawing the string tight and piercing the fabric like it was my skin, the tear in the fabric pulling closed like flesh torn apart. bleeding.

 

it wasn’t a perfect stitch. I’m not a perfect seamstress. the hole is closed and i will be warm till they tear again;

 

then I will fix them again.