what we propagate must circle
i finished my first autumn scarf of the year.
it's the windy city scarf pattern from snb.*
whenever i knit something, i always think about what's being knitted into it. i mean, besides the yarn, obviously (asdjfk;ls :|). i don't know how to describe it except to just tell you what is knitted into this scarf: eighteen episodes of lost. drinking cup after cup of hot green tea with honey. crying, a little. the night larry came over and sat on my bed and played old country songs on my guitar. watching manhattan in a dark bedroom. the part when tracy says i can't believe you found someone you like better than me. vegetarian vegetable soup. having to wear a hoodie. waiting up for my brother to call. trying to write a play. tying on fringe as the sun sets and i'm thinking about sylvia plath. you know what i mean?
then i feel you coming, but i don't know how. september, september.
*it's really hard for me to keep from pointing out that this scarf has a vagina.