With sticks and string
I can magically bring
the softest lace to life.
I can hide all my fears
and wipe away my tears
with wool, cashmere, and cotton.
It's a way to self sooth
the yarn feels so smooth
I can pretend I'm not insecure.
I just sit here and knit
and chomp at the bit
begging the phone, please ring.
I've done the repeats
a cast off completes
but lace isn't the embrace I desire.
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