Knitting
Knitting
by Bree
Thank you all for the lint
You sweetened the sweater
With your talk cadence
The hair suit you sent clings
To me, just like singing
To a brick-alley way
does;
So syrupy the way this
Fray does,
What it is told and
On time,
too.
I think my last words
The way out will ring
Something
good
Said thru a thick assed
Scarf yo’ momma made.
The opening stanza to the Beegees “Tragedy” popped into my mind after reading this. Not sure why. Weaves seamlessly in my mind though. Interesting poem.