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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

Artwork by Kelly Sikkema

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