she knitted fine clothes
 for the baby in her head

 every night her husband
 rammelled in drink
 like a confusion of thread

 till one night she saw him
 collapsed on the marital bed
 wheezing in alcoholic haze

 she took out her needle
 and thread and he awoke
 as the first needle entered skin

 she knocked him out with her
 new frying pan, then knitted
 his fat skin to the mattress.

 saw him awake while her needles
 clattered and smiled at his shouts
 and the blood of his struggle.

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