98 – crystallized
when i close my eyes
all i can see
are spools of thread
unraveling,
and i watch them fall
when they come undone,
meandering to the floor,
one step after another,
hitting the walls,
knocking against banisters
and slowly my ears
tune in to the sounds,
the thumping of empty
hollow tubes against
planks of wood
covered in carpet
made of wool
from balls of yarn
that held secrets
in their hearts of hearts
made only
of sugar and
maybe some air.
