Fabrication
We made her the usual way,
with spools and cocoons and a wisp
of frayed thread. That business
about the woof took time.
We spun her up and wondered
whose side is she on, anyway?
Whose eyes and the slouch
of whose shoulders? We loomed
over her day and night, sometimes
offering the wrong thing.
We gave her a name,
a counterpane and a slap,
sang songs about a larva
that were both kind and true.
She wriggled right out
of the swaddling as soon as
we got the story going.