Knit
If pain is such poison
how can it knit us together
like vein-bare hands of a trembling old woman
weary with years, steady with hope
No, I can’t believe it
Not warm, beneath this ancient afghan
If pain is such poison
how can it knit us together
like vein-bare hands of a trembling old woman
weary with years, steady with hope
No, I can’t believe it
Not warm, beneath this ancient afghan