Caged Lines

 
 
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