Pickup Poem Day 29

Loom Knitting

Fire up the heating pad and dance the spine

of recursive plastic dragon. Hands saved

from feeds and devils. At the end a toque.

Repeat. Worry your family

into matching gnomes from tiny

Hallmark books bought only

by old ladies. But warm. 90 per cent

of survival escapes through the head.

Best tie off the last and start again

the downy slalom through shrinking

forest. Confirm what we call escape

is just tying knots with eyes averted.