I’ve seen you before

We met right here at this same spot

I identified with your tired brow

I thought I understood 

So funny to meet you here again

Under different circumstances

How everything is different

And yet we have grown to be more the same 

I identify with your tired brow

But this time I recognize much more

I recognize your bobbin threader

And your presser foot

The metal grate under your feet, so familiar

(I know it like I know my heartbeat)

Your stance.

The way you sit

Feet slightly forward

Shoulders hunched down

How ironic that the tension is screwed so tight 

You and the machine have that in common

You and me and the machine 

You and Me and the Machine