26 Days of Thankpoems, Day 9

Day Nine: If You Want To Destroy This Poem, You Know What To Do

Could you even
for one second
imagine a world
devoid of sweaters?
Do not think
harder than normal
of the lack
of spinning thread,
thread of lies,
a comment thread,
a garment woven
of spider's silk
and quiet wrath.
A loom creaks
somewhere across town,
a cold basement
coughs, sputters, hacks,
up its insides.
We went deep,
far too deep
down and found
it all unwound.
The mayday sounds,
Jenga falls down,
chickens run around,
and the sweater,
your wooly veil,
unspools.