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I weave yarns.

Wheels spinning

–sometimes 2

others

(for)

avoiding thirds and fifths,

I do donuts

–on the DL

flip bitches

–less so

burn rubber bridges

–with superball suspension

I go off-wrote.

Amassing elephants

unspooled on shoulders not meant

to be written

–in rooms and out–

–pink into white–

and never forgetting

(except when I do)

I stomp the yard

–embroidering

truth

in chunky chain accents

–disguising gaps

and hoops held

–stressing gaps

from ledges jumped

into Gap

(all detailed in dated tatting)

(knit 1 into pearls, 2)

bedazzled denim

and

zig-zagging stitch.

The plots I tilt

are windmills

(not my own)

–spinning

live-lines

without

dead-lines

LOOMING

I gather

faqs,

skeins I use

–weaving yarns.

I burn ears,

I wag chins,

I pain necks,

I stand hairs on end,

I weave yarns.

Spinning wheels

sometimes to→

Always

→for