Spotless

Who pins 327 metaphors on a wall?
he asked as he went down the stairs
for the first and last time.

You are confusing me being off-hand
now with being in the palm of mine
earlier, she replied.

I don’t capture the calamities, she
continued, those cowards who couldn’t
commit for even the cutest of lessons.

I tried to make a pair of red leather
gloves once, she added. The hardest
things in the world to sew.

My needle remained spotless;
my hands were strafed with the
futile trackmarks of trying.