The Puppeteer Poem by Kathy Lippard Cobb

The Puppeteer



You callously maneuver the invisible strings
with little regard for my insides.
Twisting me this way,
turning me that way,
until I'm trapped inside my own tangle—
my knotted strings winding around me.

You finally reach the peak of amusement;
releasing the strings,
I land with a thud—
collapsed and fractured alone on the stage
trying to reassemble myself.

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