she knits
and knits
and knits,
until the room
is full
of sweaters
and blankets.
she no longer
has any
interest
in men.
give her
a ball of yarn
two needles
and a chair
by the fire,
a glass of wine,
and she'll
forget all
about them.
the only thing
she fears
is running out
of yarn,
for what then.
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