Love as a Ball of Yarn
By Teagan Frances

I think I understood love,

 Before I had ever felt it. 

 

When I could visualize a feeling, 

Make it tangible 

Like a ball of yarn 

I had only heard tales 

Of how long and tangled 

It could be 

 

But I had never known 

My limbs wrapped 

Within a thin wooly mess; 

No idea of beginning or end. 

No exit sign 

 

Each of my arteries 

Cinched by a cool blue thread 

My life could stop 

With the pull of a string 

 

And there you sit, 

 

Knitting.