In a room saturated with stolen images & found objects, she will watch her fate take the shape of a sweater, poorly knit, on the loom before her like so many of her foremothers.
‘The gift of premonition’: an oxymoron.
These days it’s more commonly known as intuition.
Largely a device of the Sisters.
Pushing her chair back, she sighs & sips her coffee.
The heat feels good on her massacred fingertips.
Twine burn sucks almost as much as burlap cuts.
She rubs her hands together & fantasizes about higher-quality material.
It’s not in the cards.
There are no cards.
Damn this.
Goddamn this.
She will curse her ancestors.
And then she will go back to work.
The daily grind.
‘The gift of premonition’: an oxymoron.
These days it’s more commonly known as intuition.
Largely a device of the Sisters.
Pushing her chair back, she sighs & sips her coffee.
The heat feels good on her massacred fingertips.
Twine burn sucks almost as much as burlap cuts.
She rubs her hands together & fantasizes about higher-quality material.
It’s not in the cards.
There are no cards.
Damn this.
Goddamn this.
She will curse her ancestors.
And then she will go back to work.
The daily grind.
The daily weave.
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