there are strings pulling at my chest
heartstrings
guitar strings
plucking as slowly as a bell
how they ring
like a schoolhouse
in the woods
there are strings pulling at my fingers
making me write this poem
making me put my fingers to the keys
there are strings in my chest
making my heart beat
like a hummingbird during the spring
there are strings in my eyes
my toes
there are strings everywhere
pulling me
like a limp puppet
