Cord Cutting Ritual
a poem
Photo by Ksenia Yakovleva on Unsplash
The spellbooks say to sever a bond I need candles and string
my mother says I need a lawyer
the bank says I need your signature or you need mine
my father says all I need is to give him a key and let him call the shots.
I say I need an update, plead in unsent email drafts begging for my freedom from you
and you say nothing or too much about everything else, refusing any acknowledgment of the hostage you made me
I highlight and delete until I'm left with one-word sentences
always asking the same question, always another implied
when does this end?
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Comments (14)
Cut those dang cords! Nice work on your top story! 😊👍
Love this , very other worldly
Listen to your mother and the spellbook! Congrats on TS🤩
Well done. Congratulations on top story
Ii like
Many congratulations on TS Well deserved win
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congratulations 🥳
Tons of pent up frustration in very few words. Congratulations on a great read and the Top Story!
So succinct! This is what poetry is about.
thanks your story
It ends when the cord goes pulseless. Also, the umbilical cord has no nerve endings, so it doesn't hurt to cut it. When the pulses cease, why wait?
The contradiction in those first two lines is fantastic. Terrific poem!
You bring your reader through a variety of options, none of which are good or bad, but all of which seem to miss the point of actually extracting your narrator from the circumstances at hand. I love the tension you've created -- in effect, you keep your reader prisoner, too, awaiting a proper resolve. Loved the chuckle of a "one-word sentence". Enjoyed it!