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Knitted Together

Writer: Nolcha FoxNolcha Fox

While waiting in line, the woman behind me knitted my hair into a baby blanket for a child on the bus that never came. 


The woman knitted my arms and legs into a sweater for the morning lost to waiting in line. She knitted my eyelashes into a pocket full of lost bus tokens.


We are all lost, she whispered. 

Some of us wait in line all our lives 

to figure it out.


published in Iceberg's Poetry

 
 
 

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