i have your pincushion.
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you put each of these pins in. your hands, your fingers.
the random ones, the silver heads in a little pattern,
the bent one at the bottom.
you trapped a hook underneath one.
what were you thinking when you pressed each one in?
what were you creating?
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i'm afraid to move them.
4 comments:
I want such words to flow out of my mind!
what a wonderful poem, and great picture to go with it!
I love it.
Really powerful. Interior designer you may be, but you have a gift with words too.
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