Tuesday, April 21, 2009


i have your pincushion.
.
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?
.
i'm afraid to move them.

4 comments:

Sara said...

I want such words to flow out of my mind!

Pop Champagne said...

what a wonderful poem, and great picture to go with it!

clorivak said...

I love it.

Courtney said...

Really powerful. Interior designer you may be, but you have a gift with words too.