Because I can’t untie my head
I pull at other strings
The easier they seem to fall
Temptation betters me
He sees the ribbon – on my neck
And he is not afraid
I did not mean to dangle death,
For Tantalus to reach
Above, one hand of fate is held
My head – the swaying fruit
Below my bed of choice is bound –
You’ve pulled and let me go –
Isadora Casdin (she/her) is a second-year from New York City studying Jazz Vocal Performance and Psychology.
