Tailoring

The blinds are old
and gravity warps
the slats into a slanted grin,
the night is colder
than a corpse
while pallid moonlight filters in
like gossamer for you to spin

into a yarn
that’s dark yet shines
with iridescent hints
of when to darn
your worn designs
and when to dab with vibrant tints
those dreary unattractive prints.