The Patchwork Girl

I treasure scraps from broken clothes
Morsels of gingham or corduroy
Bits of velvet and calico
Denim and tweed that brings me joy
I join them together
With bits of thread
A silvery needle
That made me bled
I sew in the night
By the moon that's so bright
Conceiving concealment
To my delight

I'm the Patchwork Girl
It started with my toes
With stitches so fine
So, no one knows
I'm the patchwork Girl
My skin is a quilt
Carefully woven
From magic and guilt
I'm the Patchwork Girl
The Patchwork Girl

Snatching remnants from laundromats
Odds and ends and hit or miss
Leather, flannel and tit for tat
Jersey, khaki and dotted Swiss
I stitch it so neatly
With snippets of skin
Fastened impeccably
With needles and pins
It covers my doubt
It masks my dread
The camouflage dermis
Will never be shed

I'm the patchwork Girl
My skin is a quilt
Carefully woven
From magic and guilt
I'm the patchwork Girl
It started with my toes
With stitches so fine
So, no one knows
I'm the Patchwork Girl
The Patchwork Girl

I treasure scraps from broken clothes
Morsels of gingham or corduroy
Bits of velvet and calico
Denim and tweed that brings me joy
Cotton and plaid are fine with me
I used them to cover my knobby knees
My fingers are satin
My cheeks are sateen
My hair made from yarn
My thighs gabardine
It's a veil of deception
I'm a seamstress supreme

I'm the patchwork Girl
It started with my toes
With stitches so fine
So, no one knows
I'm the patchwork Girl
My skin is a quilt
Carefully woven
From magic and guilt
I'm the Patchwork Girl
The Patchwork Girl

The Seamstress Supreme
The Patchwork Girl
The Seamstress Supreme
The Patchwork Girl