I was born with a loop around my neck
and even then I knew–
I will breathe in quick, choking sips
and live on in old video skips.
See,
I had wound around and into
the knot –
and held on to nots and whatnots
with fingers trying to weave
back into fists,
back into palms,
so even then I had known I could never be calm
unless
I am covered in stitched hitches
that catch every needle’s eye.
