Mittens
on dog paws
a
slim needle
in my
fingers
a
sliver of moonlight
its
eye an abyss
of
Madame Chabert’s
ruler
whacking
my
knuckles
that
preferred to curl
over
Scott Joplin’s rag in The Sting
croon
over Love Story’s theme
Joni Mitchell’s
‘Both Sides Now’
or
Bach and Beethoven
for
beginners
always
beginning
like
pushing a needle
through
air
hoping
it will poke
up
from the unseen
backside
of the linen
pull
meaning from chaos
in
little red stitches.
