Yarn

The table in the living room had a glossy sheen, popping out compared the brown carpet underneath
With a pattern I used to make believe they were oddly shaped feet,
and covering up early 20th century original hardwood flooring,

just a few feet over musty dirt

On the surface, the brown table had cabinets on either side
to house trinkets and candles and other homie items,

like VHS tapes that we watched over and over

Viewing as many movies as our eyes have blinked, the table's heart held yards of cat's cradle yarn

which we had recreated 100 times

One in every color that was available

Some, we attempted to assemble with three colors at once

Endless strands intertwining and forever bonded at the knot.

only to be shoved back into collection

only to later be cut into pieces or discarded

~Tina Meeks