Ode to Olga

Olga.

My new love.

Why do you work for six days and then break my heart?

            (and some random gear near the feed dogs)

We could be making sweet, sweet zipper pouches together.
                  
                                                                                 (complete with fancy flower stitching).

But instead you are in a shop in New Jersey letting some random man feel up your bobbin case.

Olga.

My new love.

Come back soon.

I promise we will make many beautiful things together.