by Sarah Coates

Do you remember that feeling

That one

When you were velveteen. When you were full of softness and the world was also made of things like you

cottolins braided, slipped, self-snaking to make a body or a bed

and the almost-warp in twilight unwinding, threads glossy in-betweens,

each unfolding braid a wandering moon

reflective of the atmosphere

pliant to shuttle hands shuffling

threads through heddles

Then tension and worlds are built in tension rythmed in tension and that’s how night and day are made they’re made in tension

So that you can sup with this softness or sleep or bathe or lounge with this softness

and think oh how clean I am