Eva Jackson: 0021

Demonstration

We looked up from the dune at the undersea club,
Sunk in the stretch of sand frequented by white people:
No deeper tan.
He had given away the embroidery ring
Used to demonstrate the tool to others. They wanted that as well.
The commodity was a small needle
Crafted with a bronze spring
Which you push into the thick linen, tufted in places, which he held in place
Over the margarine tub.
The back of the eye is the front of the needle: put it into the cloth the wrong way
And your whole project unravels, picks itself
Back to the start.