brittle snow
countless needles dropping
today I knit up
sad and black into a sweater
would not stay folded
in the drawer
how can a body stitched
with bone fit in this?
stretched, bed’s length
all night
weedy symbols
root in the mind
in the dirt outside
under snow
broken nails, pins
are growing
into silver spoons
my mother left buried
in the beds after
digging for the light