#933162 added April 20, 2018 at 6:36pm Restrictions: None
chasing numbers
my mind fills with counting—
knit eight, yarn over,
decrease, knit seventeen,
and I haven’t room for
poetry until I look up,
between rows, and start
counting again—nineteen,
twenty-five, one hundred seventy-two
grey hairs, five hundred twenty-eight
books in the mirror behind my head,
and I remember running
to my parent's room when
I was young, screaming the numbers are chasing me!
and they don't stop . . .
two balls of yarn,
one yawn,
purl seventy-three,
knit eight, yarn over, decrease,
knit seventeen.
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