“Crochet Chains” by Gabrielle Tilli
gonna get out my yarn
dig out my hooks
ask myself if it’s worth it
too old to lose myself in a book
if i died today
would i leave a stain?
body and brain so wound
a twisted and knotted skein.
can’t take my little hook
knot myself back together.
spilling red yarn on the floor
puddles of wool untether.
i untangle you
brother father mother
left myself with loose ends
tell you there is nothing i would rather
walked away from it all
some strings i couldn’t sever.
shackled to my mistakes
so now who’s clever?