Lonely knitting.
I knitted my granny a blanket for Christmas.

“Good knitting”
Jack said.

It’s a point of view.

I knit by myself.

“That was just a ball of wool once”

What’s the difference
Knitting and crochet?

It’s the gaps
There are more of them

I think I’m in the gaps
Trying to knit myself out
Of my woolly cell