knitting

and in memories like these, i find the moments wrap

around my fingers, soothe 

my nervous palms and steady 

my shaking hands, venture 

up my aimless arms and straighten 

an unsure spine, lessen 

the tense buildup surrounding my shoulders, pile 

around my worn in shoes 

(the ones you always liked)

and loop repeatedly, like yarn untangling 

beneath my nailbeds, stringing

before my lenses 

transforming —

and in moments like these, i find my memories sort

your adoring features into a neat box, 

only to discover the surplus has overflowed

and kaleidoscope threads cascade

through every crevice 

of my worried forehead, appease 

the tangling of my peeling cuticles

paint each nail different rainbows

(each one you always loved)

and pull with gravity to my feet,

worn laces double (triple) knotted

as we transform the repetition

into self prophecy.