string: like a bean, like a bushel of brothels frequented by our brothers, fathers, lovers, along; like every sam said to his firstborn: begone, begone with you, bloke, ...........................................blathersworth, kite-monger, clever cadaver: dead to me… the twine we wrap around a pinky to remind ourselves of dead petunias, raped onions, impregnated cats – out with the kittens - clawgnaw the pinky string off in their rush to endear themselves © Faith Mingus