THE LABORS I HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED TO AS A FEMALE ARE COVERUPS AS A SWEET MUFFLE; THE VOICES IN MY HEAD ARE LOOPED WITH QUESTIONS OF LIBERTY AND JUSTICE EACH TIME THE NEEDLE POKES THE CLOTH, WITH EVERY STITCH I ASK MYSELF; HOW MANY MORE LAYERS OF THREAD UNTIL MY CURIOSITY RESURRECTS MY TRUE IDENTITY? I HAVE SOWN THE VERY PART OF ME THAT WILL ECHO FOR ETERNITY.