Row 1: ch 33, dc in 4th chain from hook and in each chain across (31), chain 3 and turn.
Cells dividing into hives multiplying into frequencies honeycombing into an intricate fretwork of networks and signals and towers until there’s no more here or there, only a sizzling grid of electric honey and the dizzying hum and drone of bees, bees, bees.
Phone buzzing under the pillow. Quiet golden murmur in the morning.
Row 2: dc in second dc from hook and across (ch 3 counts as first dc), chain 3 and turn.
Runner passes the baton in a relay race.
Knit 2, Purl 3.
Shifting limited omniscience.
Tongue and groove.
Row 3: repeat row 2.
Row 4: sc in second dc from hook and next 3 dc, ch 6, skip 6 stiches, and dc in remaining stitches across, ch 3 and turn.
I dreamed I grew feathery moth antennae. Flew blind at night. Overheard it all. Felt everything. It was excruciating. Or do I mean it was exquisite?
I am HTML-ing together a web to trap myself.
I am making a bright net to catch me when I fall.