Patching Holes in the Soul

Holes in the soul

Make me think of cake

And

Books

Maybe

Cake and books together with a coffee and

Something else

Maybe a shirt

Or shoes

Shoes are always good

Holes in my soul

Holes in my pockets

Everything slips right through

Spare change

Clink

Hitting the pavement

Break into a trot

Don’t think

Sweat instead

Faster

Trying to outrun

The hungry beast

That dogs my steps

Barking

Howling

In times past

I used to swallow a glass of wine

Two

But they would slip right through

Splash through the holes

Leaky bucket

Couldn’t carry a tune

Even if I whistled real hard

And smiled

Through my teeth

Holes in my soul

Stitches

Neat

Stop

Rethread the needle

Carefully match the hue

So no one can see the patches

Nor see what made them

Those holes in the soul

They’re a private thing

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