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.

#creative block #domestic life #knitting #procrastination #unfinished projects

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