Cross Stitch
poem
point by point
thread by thin thread
picture emerges
inside my poor head.
i see where
this is going
which way your yarn is
already pulling.
each small stitch
in your design
makes it obvious
we are so not fine.
no. don’t bother
to try anymore
i’m already packed
and out the door.



I felt that visceral pull!
Ah, I loved it