Iron heart (overdyed devil's fit).

your warp and weft
your dark material
your games written in the stitches
our sanforised love
limited, contained in a shape cut by us both
to different patterns
chain stitched, your sentiments well rehearsed and opaque

the game rules tucked in the knife pocket
confusion of threads and knots
afraid of your father's time distant shadow
cast into your own front room