GUYS!! I want to submit something to my school’s literary magazine. I wrote a thing and I think I might send this one in… thoughts? Please?
Strings She comes to me and holds out a package. “Here,” she says. “I got this for you.” It is not my birthday nor any holiday. The perfect wrapping teases me, Shiny with pink and yellow smiley faces. When I ask what for, the reason is “just because.” A gift, thoughtful and heart-warming, But I can see the strings.
Invisible to all but me, attached on every side Gossamer thin, tripwire-taught, With the package in the middle Like a lure in a spider’s web. They fade into the future, Waiting for something to trigger them And call the spider to collect what she claims is owed.
Years later, my husband brings me a package. “Here,” he says. “I got this for you.” It is not my birthday nor any holiday. Wrapped in newspaper, haphazard and messy, Covered in tape and what may actually be cellophane. When I ask what for, the reason is “just because.” A gift, beautiful and thoughtful and lovely, But all I can see are strings