She holds an uneven square of fabric stiffened by time and folded in on itself.
The material awkwardly unfurls, bearing stubborn creases that mark a long stillness.
A stitched line draws across a thick wide hem, follows the edge,
remembering when her form inhabited this yellowed cloth.
A black velvet belt suddenly drops from inside of the dress, falls to
the floor, and gestures like a startled snake.