The White Corduroy Bathing Suit
after Sarah Atlee’s Subversive Stitchery
The sound of a metal foot clacking down upon the fabric,
white small-whale corduroy, the whir of cotton thread
basting a wide stitch first for the fitting
then saddle tight for the final seam. White Corduroy.
She’s adapting a tap dance costume to make a prize
bathing suit. Simplicity had no swim wear patterns.
Truthfully, it’s a little beauty contest.
The suit has three simple pieces plus a zipper
unlike April’s Easter dress with fourteen
sequenced blocks, strips, smocked
bodice and lazy-daisy stitches on the belt.
I sit cross legged under the cutting table
writing my stories
held together by feather stitch, chain, keyhole, eyelet.
Once there was a girl
who cared not for contests.
Beauty was a zig zag thread.
Days were made for stitching sentences.