I’ve begun to think there are strings that connect people,
So that from the moon, the earth looks like it’s laced with spider’s silk.

For us,
On Earth
strings are invisible.
But once they pulled
at me
till
I could see dust motes breathing
a frequency of light
i tried to write
softer than words could hear
and I could hear
the dust motes eating strings’ vibrations.

I hear dust is creation’s beautiful parasite.
I hear it’s the color of strings.

I’ve begun to think strings are everything.
binding the wings
we would grow from our backs
if our backs
weren’t breaking.
tying our lungs too small to
swallow
the stars
till
in shadows
i see
we are
puppets in gallows:
dancing till dancing is snapping our necks.

I cry
sometimes
till I choke on strings
I sob knots into my stomach
I sew lines into my hands
And if I stand for too long in one place
I replace
my veins with threads
and my limbs with ropes,
dead
and thirsty for blood.

But I’ve heard the strings are our’s
and I’ve heard they go on forever.

And I’ve heard they’re a single strand of DNA
Weaving, as we walk between them and across them, our fates.

And I’ve heard they’re an endless line of music:
The refrain that plays at the beginning and ending of everything.

But they pull at me
like they can't be
anything
but
Love.

Labels: By Ana