will someone please teach me how to knit?
weave one string through the next
until eventually, everything makes enough sense to wear?
i'm naked with strings in knots,
hands holding bundles--of what?
what do you call a tangled thread
bright and beautiful
but unusable?
do you put it in a drawer
for the day when someone patient
and tending comes to do the untying?
do you snip it up into pieces,
short, partial
but at least there's something there
to salvage?
what about the knot?
the part that never comes unlocked?
like an artery near the heart
that broke, lost half its pieces
never makes the same shape again?
some things can't ever be glued back together
like string
everything a bit too tasseled at the edges
frayed at the rims
it doesn't matter
that you long for the way it was
in the beginning
when things were neatly wound
in a wondrous order of
tidy and together
no, sometimes we must rely on
small scraps tied with knots
stitching together a frumpy sweater
without even knowing how to knit
sometimes that's the closest
we can get
to being clothed
in the winter
1 comment:
"i'm naked with strings in knots,
hands holding bundles--of what?
what do you call a tangled thread
bright and beautiful
but unusable?"
Eloquent
Love...thank you.
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