Threadbare by Lannie Stabile

Raw holes gnawing at the weakest parts

Appearing in the frayed denim window-

a Kubrick villain announcing, here’s anxiety!

My weakest parts have always been my knees

I have begged too knobby, too right angle, too asphalt

Hopelessness tucks its fingers beneath my chin

and says, Lean on me when you’re not strong


Maybe we are the unhinged closet,

and depression is the moth

Or maybe we are the stifling sweater,

and depression is the moth

Or maybe we are threadless,

inside the belly of a closed door,

and depression is the moth


I am sufficiently naked,

exposed enough to make this declaration

Each sun dripping like hot placenta,

each moon hanging like cold bones

Everything orbiting around something,

everything having a set path

I have pulled sadness on and off again so many times

I have lost the ability to count on revolutions


Lannie Stabile (she/her) was a finalist for the 2019/2020 Glass Chapbook Series, semifinalist for the Button Poetry 2018 Chapbook Contest, and Best of the Net 2019 nominee. Works are published/forthcoming in Glass Poetry, 8 Poems, Kissing Dynamite, Monstering, Okay Donkey, Honey & Lime, and more. Lannie currently holds the position of Managing Editor at Barren Magazine.