"Strung Up"
Pull my strings
Cut the cord
Tug harder
Make me think
I can’t afford
To stand up
And raise my blinds
Myself, but now
I’m here to make up
For everything else
I’ve been
Strung up in
Sitting on a sill
No such fill
No such object
I’m okay, though
Not like I’m human
I have no feelings
I have no strategies
I have no passageway
Have no plan
Just hope to see
The sun before
We’re all obsolete
