Tonight's Poet Corner: Geppetto's Sick Imagination
Geppetto's Sick Imagination by Belinda Roddie These strings have pulled my limbs together too tightly for long enough. I'll dance for you only tonight, and in the morning, I'll lie limp like the splintered puppet you want me to be. Then, once you cut my fibers thin, I'll find a new love in dance again, and I'll spin until I'm dizzy enough to see stars for the first time since Father built me out of scraps of Mother Nature's womb. Birth me again in the light of seven moons, and maybe soon, I'll feel like a real boy for the first time, despite your plaintive sighs for something to manipulate to make your old bones feel more goddamn alive.