Unwoven Poem by Katrina Harms

it is only a blanket
remaining indefinitely
unwoven
were you to show me how to
Weft and plait
all the colors might be too much
for a little girl to see
at once.
it is only
entwined with all the skill
one could muster.
I cannot see what tomorrow will bring
if we are merged
in the morning—
sweet strands only, and also three laces
These cords are uneven, broken
and remaining indefinitely
untuned
unhoned
But don’t you see
all I want is a brand-new lover
to carelessly untie me, to
see this blanket made
undone

That would be a perfect day’s end.