“Just hold on and suck in.”
Scarlett grips the bedpost while Mammy yanks on the corset and cinches Scarlett’s waist down to 18-1/2 inches.
Laces her up right tight.
Molds her right to form.
Bones bear down to bear her in.
I think about bone that once bore down on another’s side, fragments that raked across a bare back.
Over and over until a scarlet river flowed.
He bore the bones to bear us up.
Corsets were once called “stays,” I think.
I think about the staying power of scarlet,
about the scarlet cord that keeps us laced to His side,
a spiritual stay of sorts.
And I suck in and hold on.
In the stillness,