Don’t Take Up Knitting For Relaxation

by Annette Marie Smith

The goddess of knitting
is a harsh diety
forbidding me wine
even just one glass.
She has caused the end
of one of my knitting needles
to fall off
taking all of my work with it
and my patience to collapse.
She has me singing anti-hymns
as the yarn unfurls,
curse words,
to punctuate each purl.
She takes possession of my cat
and stalks my every stitch.
That knitting goddess is a bitch.