THE PULLEY GIRL

CASSANDRA PEURALA

 
 

pull my finger,                           she says
 
            and when you do, she cries
 
                                    if you set one hand                protectively      on her shin
 
            her neck kicks once to the side         and she will remove your          hand
 
place a finger on the center of her wrist
 
she       howls              as though you           are a     knife
 
                                                                                   in bed:  slip     a leg between
 
                                                                                                her thighs: she sighs
 
                                                 one hand at the base of her neck
 
causes            flushing             and      smiling             and       a comparison   to             a cat
 
the pulley girl knows               she is malleable
 
             rope and wheels                      hung together
 
                                                                          hold her
 
                                                                                                    hand
 
lips on               her       lips
 
                                                                                                     and                she          moans
 
                                      the     pulley                 girl
 
             resents you for knowing           which   buttons                  to push
 
whisper           invitingly          into     her ear
 
            and she will make a sound that you know no one has heard                                  before
 
                                                                          to show her you love her
                                                                          you must rub her back just so
 
do this;
                                 you        will       move     the       world

 

 
 

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