He came in a box, marked fragile-this side up,
but the box was facing the wrong way, like its
Previous owner had hurriedly thrown it away.
She opened to box, with caution, because she
Did not know what to expect.
Inside were pieces of him in disarray, broken
And un repairable.
She took a needle and thread, and sewed him
Back together, piece by piece.
And he became whole again, except sometimes,
The thread came loose, and she would re-sew the
Thread back tightly.
-l.h
