The Leiry Loop

Mishaps

Our Father,

do not twist the rope tightly—
ever so tightly—

Not yet, not yet.

Let us wait for my
fingers to cross the tunnels of
hardship and abide by my
vows until 

death
do
us
part—

No—do not twist,
twist ever so tightly,
ever so—

suffocating

hampering my labored breathing,
giving in… slowly… and please
do not twist the rope
ever so tightly—

around my neck.