Became someone
the version of me that mends the hem instead of opening a tab
Became someone
Became someone
The lines
I'm becoming the version of me that mends the hem instead of opening a tab.
It took ten minutes and the stitches are genuinely not good. Nobody has ever noticed.
No package. No waiting three days. No tracking number living in my head.
I wore it out the same night. That's the part the tab could never have done.