To tie a knot in the end of the tenuous typeface thread of your steadying words,
And weave them to my screen so they won’t slip through the loops of the blanket-stitch,
With which you have started to hem the ragged edges of my subtext scars.
Though necessity restricts us to the sackcloth of this email embroidery,
Where my stranded need reads too much meaning into your empathic mending,
I am measuring the distance between hope and reality, crying out for cautery;
Nearly ready to ask what you sought to fashion from this inchoate web-word tapestry,
When you first pressed the ‘send’ that transfixed me in your all-seeing needle’s eye?