Sunday, April 23, 2017

Half Hitch

It took so long to cut all those ropes
all the straps, the strings, the ribbons,
the lengths of cord and twine
the wire, the tape, the zip ties

When it was done we lay there panting
rubbing the sore stripes on our skin
no longer bound to one another
no longer weighing each other down

I gathered all the severed ropes
and straps and strings and lengths of twine
and clutched them tight, buried my face
in their tangle

When you put your hand on my shoulder
I hugged the bindings close to my chest
Refused to  loosen my grip or even look at you
when you whispered my name

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