Knit Sisters

I saw the best knitters of my generation destroyed by
triangular lace shawls, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the interminable rows until dawn,
looking for an angry stitch,
angelheaded crafters burning for the ancient heavenly
sighting of the marker that comes two stitches before the end of the row,
who hollow-eyed and slightly drunk
and somehow always in the middle of a row sat
up knitting in the supernatural darkness of
crappy graduate student digs with an obstreperous cat and a loyal dog,
contemplating burying the shawl under the shed in the backyard…

…Icarus, in my dreams you walk dripping from a Eucalan bath
on the highway across America to the door of my cottage in the Western night.
And when I open the door, you are miraculously finished and blocked
and I can go back to working on Rogue.

(With sincerest and most heartfelt apologies to Allen Ginsberg.)

Have a great weekend everyone! Me, I’ll be knitting Icarus. But you knew that already, didn’t you?

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