you can’t stop talking
about the red string of fate
but imagine this:
red thread through a needle
pushing
into
your heart
and slipping out of mine
and my mouth stitched to yours
and the thread wrapped around our fingers—
imagine reaching the end of a love story
and seeing the boy and the girl
in a small taut bundle
tied with bloody twine
like a raw
rotisserie
chicken
—
Stephanie Lu likes reading things that make her laugh. Find her in California or at stephluwrites.tumblr.com.