the idea that we are all connected by strings –
imperceptible, flittering strings tracing back and back and back into the past and stretching
into the future. strings between you and
your english professor, strings between you and your ex who is now gay and lives with his french boyfriend in singapore, strings between you and
the tired lady in the elevator with you last
wednesday who was old and pretty enough
to be your mother (whom you should call; it’s been a while). the idea that you leave
a web behind you wherever you go, strings stretching and twisting and sometimes growing so fine they become mere wisps of memory.
and the idea of future strings extending in front of you,
some more significant than others some more
tangible than others – still undeniable
assurances that there is a future, that you do
matter, that strings cannot stay intertwined
if one breaks.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.