like
Pinocchio, I like to think
no strings control me,
yet each
time my cell phone rings
I jump, do
whatever I am supposed to do,
expected
to do, even when I'm scared to do it,
like the
messages she texted me
to meet
her for some grand opening,
when I assumed she doesn't want
to see any
more of me,
my whole
body jerking
with the
expectation that she does,
and I go even though I'm all the way home,
and park so many blocks away
I could have walked, getting there
to find
she is surprised to see me,
telling me she thought
she was
texting somebody else,
me,
sagging don in a corner
like an
unused puppet,
desperate
to have her fingers pluck
at my string to stir me to life again.
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