[after the poem, 'Seamed,' by Jessica R]
'He said I seemed like my new stockings:
'mostly sheer and translucent,
'reinforced (therefore opaque) where snags might run;
'and elegance like a seam for those who care to look twice.'
'Better shoeless than not,
'never much taken by momentary fashions;
'they supply soft satisfactions to suppliant senses---
'the soul's sighs sound in sibilance of syllables.'