Fiction | Gifts in Silk

I have given
you bows
wrapping
my body,

faux silk
printed by bots,
so tiny,
creating,

spinning
from liquid —
the opposite
of melting touch.

Originally published in P.S. I Love You: Poetry Sunday.

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