Kite Strings

Watch me soar into my wooden overcoat before you screw it shut.

Don’t let me fly away. Tie my legs together if you must. With double knots. To be safe.

Then hammer me into the ground. Seal the grassy wound. Do it fast.

Jump up and down on the soil. Stamp hard and pack me in under the mud.

Don’t come back.

Let my grave pickle in moss and grime. You won’t find me there.

Instead, look to the clouds where my helium soul will rise and skydive.

Watch children tug and pull me through the wind on a string. I’ll yank their arms up and steal their legs beyond the fence.

Don’t hammer me into the ground. Let me lift you up and away.