i need to finish that quilt.

[camilleanne]

i left a square at home. or in a plastic bag on a bed rather.
concrete suffocates, it really does. cotton, thats what i need.
pressed and pre-shrunk cotton. those warm tones to stitch around my fingers.
breathable. colorful. hand-made.
and i think i could sleep wrapped up in reds and yellows.
shivering curled next to the heater cramps my neck
and i see each hour pass with less restlessness.
i need to smother this. before it becomes something annual.