Mikaela Castledine #360 Taking the cloth

My new dress is silk

through and through

sitting in the light lit corner

I can see it sheening

and I think

that all the cloths

are measured by their weight and heft

their weave and weft

cotton cool and wick

woolen prick

like a hair shirt in micron measures of fleece

linen holding its own

the wheydripped cheesecloth slub

babied in jersey knit

the closest to the warmth of someone

a Christmas gift pillowcase is of tencel

with the unexpected addition

of the crushed shells of crustaceans

to retain your moisture while you sleep

the strangeness of discoveries

the things we put upon our skin

striving for the feel of nothing

or bearskins

or leathers

petroleum drawn

insects unspun

walk through the scrim 

and muslin air uncovered

fidget upon the sitting sacking itch

gauzy veiled from pleated view

blindfolded in our vocation

since we have taken the cloth