some poetry

Here are some notes toward my first new poem in a while. Whether it'll come to anything I can't say.

this morning i'm bleeding it's coming out of my fingertips white cotton threads tangling together snag and trail. disconcerting when they catch and tug. roll and bunch the cotton in my fists don't want to cut it. discoloured and knotted. saw your friend in the street but i couldn't say hi. i'll go home and sleep. curl around myself under the pile of wet laundry heavy in my itching eyes.