buttons and wind

i couldn’t get a grip on myself
i felt more than my skin exposed
as the wind slipped beneath
the threads stacked into a blouse
covered in roses and stripes –
i couldn’t wipe the discomfort
off of my face as i felt groped by
the wind, as it bent its cold
knuckles across my skin

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