The Illusion of Control

(to be worn as a Garment)

I have taken it down
having shaken all useful things from its pockets
washed it, ironed it,
Patched the threadbare spots
Soaked the bloodstains out
Peeked thru the bullet holes at that child who still thinks I am awesome (may she ever)
Embroidered a few stars to show where I was very brave
Pinned it back carefully in place, strengthened and brightened and just so.
I lift it just slightly to show an ankle, a shapely leg, a broad wise foot;
I walk proud, walk tall, walk proud.