Cardigan that was deconstructed, tired in knots and reconfigured into a doily, brass hooks. Dimensions variable.

Deconstructed cardigan transforming into a ball of yarn.

How much yarn did it take to make this cardigan?

baggy, itchy, warm, worn out

every stitch I pop, rip, pull.

Gathering the raw material to start again.

Small moves with my fingers link every string of yarn

a chain wrapped into a ball, end to end to end

wound around, and again.

My heart slows.

Begin in the center and moving outward

I count each tiny hook, twist, pull

motions become automatic.

My muscles release their grip.

Leaving it’s past behind, it becomes a doily

reconstructed for its second life

it takes up space, spread out as a vortex.

My mind finds relief.