THREADS
A poem and illustration by DiGiTiTiON Roasters 2020 competitor, Marissa Childers
Image reads:
Indecisive winter days do not know the difference between a wool coat and a crop top.
How could they?
Cheap fabric hides my body in pieces leaving gaps in areas that stir the imagination.
I wonder if the thighs of my family history are dressed the same, uncovered slowly from the fabric carefully stitched together by the thin red thread of a blood line.