With yarns
I knit a cover
(story)
–writ 1, girl who—
wove a golden weave
some pearl,
some pattern,
some patchwork,
the killer quill’t
I fashioned
failed
to blank-it
chill within
–but certainly let it out
which was fine
(if not fuzzy)
because
whipped flat
it spread
. . .
lying flat enough
with are-me corners
and strategically arranged cushions
disguising dropped stitches
–and most laughing matter, besides
yet duvet dossier
scratched the wrong itch
tickled the odd bone
–scarcely
the Sunday funnies
most lounge around
to read.
prompt: outlier
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