Knots
Who you are not seldom rises
beyond midnight’s
sum: one strand thrown over
another, looped through
and pulled taut, achieving
tension and a sour taste
at the back of your throat.
Everyone believes this
doesn’t bleed. I lock the
windows, draw the shades,
twist the cord. Even distracted,
nothing comes undone.
“Knots” first appeared here in June 2016.
O at the Edges 
Superb, like a bowline.
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Thanks, John. There are knots, and there are nots… 🙂
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Hmmm – I suppose who I am not is tied up with who I think I am and who I want to be – a knotty mess that may not exactly bleed but surely can at times clog the throat – gasping for breath serving the higher goal of “let it be” (accepting each of those loops serves some purpose or would not BE there)
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I annoy myself with they way I so very tightly tie together bits and pieces of thoughts, desires and deeds. Slipknots may be in my future!
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Grinning at your slipknots reference. New dog in house – this one insists on getting up on futon (which we keep in couch position) so we devised a cover that ties onto frame of futon … and after washing, retying, I keep having to check my knots to be sure they are NOT slipknots …
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At one time they seemed to be my default knot. No more!
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