Strings, by Marisa Silva
You’re a fool to think I didn’t have strings to pull.
I made mine out of fishing wire so you never
had to see them, but they were always there.
I can tug them, wind them around my fingers—
get at what you didn’t know existed.
Your strings were made out of a thick red yarn—
so gauche and obvious, I was always gonna ask you to cut them.
Artwork by Kelly Sikkema