as i sit on my couch, accidentally on a little brown ball of string
i think about how much i wish we could tie ourselves up together
knit into a garment like a poncho or an afgan
and so even when we became worn and began to unravel
we would unravel together,
back into a little disorganized pile of yarn
and maybe birds would make a nest with us
i couldnt live without your nimble fingers
or your assortment of multicolored hooks
im fascinated by your art
and despite what you may think i have intimately invested
i laugh at your jokes because i think theyre funny
and i laugh with you when you think your water is tainted
but it turns out to be ice
i just wanted to say i find myself lost without your little pieces of string
to guide me like Theseus and sometimes to wrap up my body
and keep me warm throughout the night
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