The Sleeve
by Znmin
· 10/02/2026
Published 10/02/2026 08:48
I tripped on the bag by the closet door.
A tangle of wool spilled out on the wood,
dragging a half-knit mess across the floor
that I’d finish tomorrow, if I only could.
The needles are still stuck in the middle of a row,
a row I started when the weather was hot.
It’s a long, soft tail of things I don't know
how to tie into a final, permanent knot.