I feel like my inability to tie shoes in Kindergarten was symbolic Because that was the year I learned to cut strings Rather than to knot them into something elegant
And now I wish I had been taught with all of the other children
Because if I had Maybe I would have known Better Than to take the red string That kept him tied to me And cut it
If I had Maybe instead I would have known How to tie us Into Something Beautiful
But I didn't And I couldn't
And now I'm completely Consumed In my repulsion For having Done it All Intentionally
But at the time It seemed so rational
Because the string was cutting off my circulation
Because I felt trapped And claustrophobic And tied down
Because when I was five I was too busy playing with balloons Rather than learning how to tie my shoes
And because When I let go of my balloon at that festival After I had finished crying And once it had disappeared behind the clouds I concluded that strings are meant to be cut Because when you hold onto them You disable flight
(I wanted to fly)
But I was only five
And my theory didn't account for anything that wasn't lighter than air
And I'm heavy hearted
I did it And now I'm finally free But I've never felt more Like I can't breathe