threadspinner

furtive spinner ; tell me
do you sleep even on the split of the thread,
tell me padding concrete full of wonder
why are you so pulled apart?
all the types of play at power slipped into
your stitch as every's eyes are closed
scraping sawdust through the cradle,
pulling needles out of every face is knotted onto
faces every morning's skin is sloughed over the skin,
covers up the grin and gnaw, balances on twine and trim