Knowing How To Undo Stitches
I would rather
listen to birds speak
In a language I don’t know,
eat three salted edamame,
move as music,
or engage in ancestor worship
in the form of unbelievable longing
than listen to
someone talk about celebrity sightings,
watch basketball,
or be a slave to the highway,
immobilized in a leather chair.
The thing I do requires being alone in a room
tracing the shape of a deer’s leg,
letting water splash,
moving a shadow,
knowing how to undo stitches.
and when to apply turquoise.
