She was knitting her life back together
Each stitch
Each knit
Each purl was pulling her back together
Except she was just knitting
She didn’t like to purl
Just to be obstinate and perverse
She kept knitting
Feeling different
Not knowing, or caring, that is called the garter stitch
A quite respectable stitch
She was knitting her life back together
Figured she had knit enough to cover her legs
Now working towards the head
How much to knit, to ravel what had become unraveled?
To know, one must keep knitting
Until it is done
In the meantime,
She was knitting her life back together
It started out clutching to reality
It became something stronger as it grew
As it grew, it became an epiphany
Beautiful
As it became beautiful, reality grew
Soon, the knitting was done,
She was done
She had knitted her life back together
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