By Caroline Ho, Assistant Editor
Creation, craft—the yarn beneath your fingers takes its shape
within the strands lies your escape
Unwind your thoughts, unspool the threads, just lose yourself within
each stitch to seal away each sin
Hook in, hook out—no room for doubt—just let the pattern lead
yarn over, this is all you need
No mocking here, forget your faux pas; here you’re at your best
the yarn forgives (unlike the rest)
Revelling in your craft, your pride, until you spot a tiny slip—
just one missed stitch, a single skip.
The smallest lapse in focus, hidden back so many rows
it’s no big deal if no one knows
It’s really not important, it’s a little off, oh well
not like anyone can even tell
Who cares if it’s not perfect; nothing ever is, as such
(at least, nothing that you ever touch)
But now you know you see it feel it know the flaw is there
it’s not worth it to repair
But now you need to make it right—you’re never satisfied
one missed stitch will tear you up inside
Such a fucking waste of time to mend what no one notices
(but what a waste this whole world is)
Here’s this one thing you can put to rights, however long this takes
this do-over for your mistakes
A cleansing, an unravelling, a pure cathartic joy
what you can’t fix, you can destroy
It’s fine, you still can salvage this, just take it all apart
just like your fucked-up life, restart.
