Issue 9.1 Fall 2013

9.1 cover image

 

 

Pulling Wool

 

Jane Drews

 


Looking in the mirror,
I have become my favorite sweater.
Moth eaten and worn,
But the wool
Makes my skin feel new.

 

Somehow
I find my own fingers
Reaching for a loose thread
Tugging
Against my own will.

 

Unraveling,
Coming apart at each stitch.

 

Mangled yarn
Soon
Covers
My
Room.

 

Panic,
The next thing I see
In my reflection

 

I need a broom,
I need a loom,
I need,
I need,
I need…
Something
To pick up my frayed fibers
And knit me back together.

A needle and thread.


Thread of hope,
Thread of change.

 

Stitch by stitch,
Seam,
By sloppy seam.

 

Repair,
Recovery,
Rebirth.

 

 

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