lacing knots

stretching out the

piercing pain

knotting my nerves

into bundled yarn.

a dead knot; was something

i grew up learning to avoid –

my shoelaces, apron strings,

ribbons, all folded loosely

escape; made simpler.

yet here i am now, with

this knot, sitting gently

then, on some days –

tenderly violent.

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