terrible things happened
between your fingers in my dreams:
it seemed I saw you twisting
cotton from its seeds
first
constructed the chenille
cotton twist fabric hem sew pull
the cataclysm of collected
parts becoming wholes
woke and took steel to iron to wood
sleep to skull to infinite
opening of eyes and metal noise
seeping into every stitch
stretched like boatsail to empty
wall where nothing was the same
nails rained to hardwood
stuck between the grains
it kept falling from its frame
never figured these fibers
would mimic softest physics
crocheted squares spread wider
then
sugar-sugar repulsion shook your
look here hook and sinker
and blinked not believing
you were leaving me in the lake
said stay silken cinderblock
mockingbird foot in mouth
mammoth mirror image
miss mothers and surfaces
toes cold staccato silted
sold secret congruencies
of sink and swim and stolen
hands for treading water
blackout and backtracked
nighttime highways
bleary sunday boulevards
searching riverbanks
and
drowned in water well
dream deep as solid mud
down and out of light
felt for the bucket and tugged
so
woke up to cricked neck
moon and hammer in elbow crook
snuck eyes around circumference
numbers of the clock you took
between my fingers
hold thoughts like snails
or nails meant to hold you
either way maintain trails
remember you rolling
fringe between your fingers
flaking from the threads
only crumbles ever lingered
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