I knew nothing else 
but that
I wanted to write 
of a slipknot

anything more
that that
was little more
than what 
I knew 

...about anything...

dear reader, please pull this verse 
from both ends as you read 

do you see string-ends or bows?

you are hard, my aglet, a bitch dressed
in discarded and tattered laces

through whichever eyelet you choose to come,
from hereon in, moan softly to let me know
it's you

probe softly
to let me know

cc: CC '23