ARTS AND CRAFTS HOMUNCULUS

I found a nervous system in my yarn drawer, a dozen colors joined into a tangled, humming network of thought.

Despite my best efforts, I could not untangle it. I could not make it go away. Unsure what to do, I stashed it in a plastic bag underneath my bed.

I fed it stray buttons and paper scraps, hot glue globs and strands of hair, beads and blood and string and ribbon, until one day the mass began to stir and move.