Yes, I knit.
I cast on,
knit a scarf, hat, blanket,
and cast off.
I learned to knit from
watching my grandma’s deft fingers
making the needles dance.
Weaving patterns into the yarn,
she would make a mistake sometimes-
no problem-
she could turn a gaping hole into a gorgeous design.
My life is being knit.
I am the yarn, being crafted
into something (hopefully) beautiful.
But when I make a mistake,
I can never turn that hole into a design.
I can never go back.
Sometimes I can’t help but ask myself:
who’s holding the needles?
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