as i sit here knitting
i think of the one who had me laid out and feeling jubilant on a friday night passed
then i think of how it ended so abruptly
how i won't see him no mo'
i think of getting things done that are important to me
of how i don't like leaving my house in the rain
how i treasure many things, including freedom

i value redundancy when i'm the one dishing it out
through hands
fingers
kisses
hugs
touches
whispers

i think of how my poetry is just my thinking
of what i choose
when i choose to think of both the joy
and the pain
and how my poetry is just that
mine