“Woe is me! for I am undone.”
-Isaiah 6:5 


Cat’s Cradle
I could use the
Blue of your veins
To paint your eyes.
Mine have unraveled
Like a ball of yarn.
Will you pick them
Up and weave me
Together with your
Butcher’s hands,
Around your flat
Palms and hold
Me in your
Cat’s cradle?