
(Credit: Cafer Zorkun, wikiDoc)
I sew clothes from silk scraps and cotton sheets.
The donators think their contributions go to the third world,
But they go to this one,
Right here.
They go to my three children and me,
After having been through my algae green, foot pedal driven sewing machine.
And I know it’s wrong to lie to them, but ever since I saw the x-ray of Dewey,
My son,
Ever since, I saw the thing, which should not be in his chest,
I have seen everything through cloudy glass.
It makes everything
flow together and it
Blots out all the small things like lying
And stealing.
And if I can steal my boy away from death
I don’t care how expensive the treatment is
And I don’t care
Who has to pay for it.