somewhere, maybe in
my navel. Maybe it’s entwined
in my hair. Wherever it is you
pulled it. And when you did what

you did I started coming
undone. I spun around your little
finger until there was more of me
in your hand and less of me

on these bones. And the more I
gave up of myself the more
I felt alone. Because you had it all,
the very best part. I just became

a ball of yarn, en masse. I couldn’t
separate from you. You took my string
and pulled. And when I tried to get
out I became entangled in myself.