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Numbers


Rapidly decreasing stitches when the directions call for them

two stitches gone at each edge

every other row

14 times

In 28 rows, 28 stitches will disappear

this math becomes the waist shaping of a sweater, 

the gusset of a mitten

the instep of a sock

so many numbers that in every day life mean

nothing

but here

a number is 

a stitch

an inch

a garmet

I can make something real using the same algebra they taught us in high school

I can create something out of nothing with 

numbers

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