Knots Between The Pearls

A strand of pearls not tied with knots; we’re held together — just a thread. At times like sticky spider silk and other times a shred of string that aches and breaks and throws our pearls across the floor. The clatter scatter marble-mess of all the dirt and hurts we pretty-wrapped. Without the knots between the pearls, we come undone. On hands and knees we hunt and gather what’s to be restrung — each dressed-up sphere once a naked tear accumulated once again, this time to tie ourselves and beads in line to knot together “could-have should-have” shrugs and form a diff’rent rope of pearls …or a noose and in this space of rest — the screws between the pearls, we plot a dream more fluff than faith before the cobweb breaks. No doubt, we’re dilettantes in love bites art of making-up. Knots may keep us stranded but nots will keep us apart.