Losing It
When you lose it
whatever it is
your fingers pick at seams
hankies skirts shirts jeans
or strip a label from a bottle
or crumble bread or
there are so many things
you can do
personal things
on the table
a vacant cereal bowl
a silver teaspoon in a saucer
an empty teacup
returning your round moon stare
your hands
twist and pull
your nails
click together
blunt needles knit
then unpick stitches
trying to unravel
then to repair
this ball of empty air
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