“I don’t know / if love is slower than time, or if happiness…”
In the country of no sleep, I’ll walk by Luisa A. Igloria
In the country of no sleep, we knit
our shrouds for the funerals
we know will come.
We return the buttons
to their countries of origin
or add them to the tin of castaways.
We darn the socks
slipping our great aunt’s marble egg
into the heel to perform this surgery.
We treat the stains
that will lift from the fabric
and the stains that will leave a ghostly presence.
In our flannel sleepwear, we’ll salvage
what we can, patch the knees
and seats worn through but beloved.
We’ll piece together a quilt
from what can’t be saved.
We will remember the salvation in a sewn seam.
2 Replies to “In the country of no sleep, we knit”
So beautiful and moving. Thank you Kristin.
Thank you for the inspiration!