String, Wot, Me?
I’m on one alright, but not of lights.
I’m a dangling tangle
fit for kittens.
I´m in knots.
Memory knots. A quipu:
the old Incan thread counter.
I feel like one too, a cluster
of bumpy strings attached to a rope.
An old mop in need of a squeeze,
well-used, full of secrets.
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