It's Still Life

Knots

It was the way
she’d lick her thumb,
and pull a knot through
to the end of a thread.

It was magical,
as if her mouth held
a thousand knots
under her tongue.

And then she’d
look at the permanent groove
in her thumbnail
engraved by every thread

she’d knotted,
and she’d sigh a small
harumph sound
of mild irritation.

Written for RDP “thumb”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.