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a yarn unwinding
It feels more like a falling winter.
A child in tinfoil gowns,
steak knife curlers,
the ocean dries when she frowns.
Not enough cigarettes to measure with my heart,
the magnitude of unlove you gave me.
Clench, release,
open just to be crushed.
I had a dream of frogs,
fucking, and turning into people,
but not of how to transform back.
I see the white tiger through the trees.
it seems to call to me,
like it always has,
to follow.
Though I take a step I am terrified.
I am suicide.
The tiger is resting, patient in this brush.
He never rushes me.
A great resting sign, to give in to
give up to,
that serenity
of non silence,
an unending scream.
Sometimes I stop and look
at the yarn tangling between my hands,
and think impossibly of
scientific men, debating knitting.
A child in tinfoil gowns,
steak knife curlers,
the ocean dries when she frowns.
Not enough cigarettes to measure with my heart,
the magnitude of unlove you gave me.
Clench, release,
open just to be crushed.
I had a dream of frogs,
fucking, and turning into people,
but not of how to transform back.
I see the white tiger through the trees.
it seems to call to me,
like it always has,
to follow.
Though I take a step I am terrified.
I am suicide.
The tiger is resting, patient in this brush.
He never rushes me.
A great resting sign, to give in to
give up to,
that serenity
of non silence,
an unending scream.
Sometimes I stop and look
at the yarn tangling between my hands,
and think impossibly of
scientific men, debating knitting.
Published 6th Jun 2023
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7th Jun 2023 8:18pm
My god. There is so much in here to love.
Firstly, I really appreciate how the title tumbles through the whole poem. This idea of depression being a tangle of yarn, never a complete, rational ball. The futility flows through the entire piece.
The part about frogs fucking is visceral. The fact that you say that you don’t know how they’d transform back gives such a twist to the classic fairy tale clap-trap. There is no happy ending here.
The tiger metaphor is stunning. How we think of this predator on the prowl, but the prowess of its being. The whole death metaphor here works really well, and adds this weird sensation of peace towards the end of the poem. The calm before the storm, perhaps?
The ending is the perfect link back to the title.
There’s a real voice to this. Easily one of the best things I’ve read this month. Thank you for sharing.
-M
Firstly, I really appreciate how the title tumbles through the whole poem. This idea of depression being a tangle of yarn, never a complete, rational ball. The futility flows through the entire piece.
The part about frogs fucking is visceral. The fact that you say that you don’t know how they’d transform back gives such a twist to the classic fairy tale clap-trap. There is no happy ending here.
The tiger metaphor is stunning. How we think of this predator on the prowl, but the prowess of its being. The whole death metaphor here works really well, and adds this weird sensation of peace towards the end of the poem. The calm before the storm, perhaps?
The ending is the perfect link back to the title.
There’s a real voice to this. Easily one of the best things I’ve read this month. Thank you for sharing.
-M
7th Jun 2023 8:25pm
Wow! Thank you, I appreciate your insights a lot, you understood it completely.. this all started because I knit, I love science, and string theory can be funny, even when I'm depressed AF!
Cait ❤️
Cait ❤️
8th Jun 2023 2:05am
Hi, Cait
This is my first Cait experience. Such visceral images that I'm trying to decipher for myself. I get the pain of neglect and unlove. I get a funny image of Einstein and Tesla trying to figure out knitting😁 I love the avant garde, surreal quality of your work. Brava!
This is my first Cait experience. Such visceral images that I'm trying to decipher for myself. I get the pain of neglect and unlove. I get a funny image of Einstein and Tesla trying to figure out knitting😁 I love the avant garde, surreal quality of your work. Brava!
8th Jun 2023 2:18am
Thank you, and welcome to the circus hehe, glad to have your readership ❤️
Cait
Cait
8th Jun 2023 2:46am
