For luck. To remember who she's lost and who she is, not what she does. To hold her together when pieces start slipping. The string is for hanging her clothes after a long night standing and kneeling in the rain. Because sometimes she aches and it gives her something to hold. Because it gets her home when she wakes up somewhere strange, with the string tied round her middle to separate the good from the bad. Pontoon #2,Seattle, WA: Floating Bridge Press, 1998. |