Matthew Schmidt :: Square Pockets

She monogrammed handkerchiefs
before she got in the car.
Passenger her last title
in a physical hour.
Stitch up your thumbs
her boss said.
Yet she can’t remember
the needle, the way.
Rhythm of sewing
over and over.
It’s no clue to find
but a name to cover.
Clever how a letter
appoints a pose.
This is for “L,” lest
“L” be alone.


This piece also appears in print.