Knitting

Your love has gone but the grief sets in

I couldn’t enforce a love 

 to someone who happened to be the poet

Persevering feelings that I should have ignored

Cost me lethal words in the lives that I don’t know

But you were my bullet point that has been placed in my heart

and I didn't want another assassin

so I happily chose to hide under the trees that we used to kiss

I heard in your culture

    knitting is the men’s job

But you never tried to stitch 

    the blanket to keep me warm

It’s too late for me anymore

  to learn what is the best lover role

Now I try to move on among the alligators

       who came for my muddy boots