sew the wound

the cross-stitch pattern needles back and forth and over and under the rip in my denim knee. this seems courtesy of a steady hand, the slip and slide of one, blood red thread that tidies what i split. but the edges are still fairly frayed. cut on an unwrapped fence link wire-end, it dragged a gaping mouth that took to yawning across my skin. you and i were fools before repairs could begin. what will catch me next time, when i run again.