A Hundred-Year, Minute-Long Intermission

Place your head on mine
Untie your mind
Let your bloated brain
Balloon and float away
(Float away…)
Wet the end of the thread
Thimble upon your index
Feed the line through inside
Draw it from the other side…
Pull the strand to satisfy
The need to compose
This entire naive glow
(Set the needle…)
Set the needle on its path
Bobbing up and down and past
Tears and seams all turned to one
Every stitch and each spool spun