my name is Susie,
she says in the circle
of other women, some men.
I can't stop knitting.
all day long
i'm knitting, crocheting,
sewing something
together.
I think about knitting
all day.
I dream about it.
I see a pair of chopsticks
and my mouth waters
for yarn.
even sitting in this circle
makes me long
for the clinking
of needles,
the tri colored afghan
unfolding as I
knit one, pearl two.
I have a mountain of
scarves in my closet.
I hide mittens under
my bed. hats and pot
holders of all colors,
all stripes of the rainbow
litter my house.
I can't stop knitting.
my fingers are raw, look
at them. calloused
and curled.
my name is Susie
I need help.
please help me, thank you.
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