Best keep a low profile, and don’t for a moment rely
on friendly, female support. The last thing she wants
is competition. I used to be good, as you know,
but ever since that show-down, I feel –
well, somehow reduced in myself. I still weave,
though not like before: colour and texture have gone. 
I see great holes in the fabric, ladders and rips –
as though the only way possible now is to loop
round empty spaces, over and over again.
Nothing’s solid: these days, the wind blows

straight through my work. But just sometimes,
after an all-night tantrum of a storm,
I wake to find my threadbare pieces taut
like diadems and hung with heavy pearls.



Annette Volfing