Taut

There is a string
running through
my body
from the top of my
pretty little head
to the base of
my concrete feet

pulled taut
and vibrating
from the as yet
unrealized force of
the potential catastrophe
that will follow the moment
when one end comes loose.

It’s disconcerting
amazing

I have a suspicion
someone is holding
on to the ends but
I don’t know who it is

The anticipation
is painful
delectable
and (I imagine)
unsustainable.

As if
this impasse
won’t last.

There is a string
running from
my pretty head
stuffed full of
high hopes
to my concrete feet
too heavily paralyzed
with fear to take
that first step.

Snap.
~12/12/13

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