I slip neon string onto my finger
like a noose
like a noose to perform
to perform tricks:       
Rock the Baby
Boing-y-boing.
                Seasick.
Suicide.
I slip neon string onto my finger
to impress
to impress people
people at a party:        
Conversation starter.
                                    Icebreaker.
Time-killer.
I slip neon string onto my finger
to smile
to smile like
I’m eleven.

              I’m eleven.

                                      I’m eleven.
I’m eleven-years-old so
I slip neon string onto my finger

  like a noose.

Matthew Feinstein is a neurodivergent poet from Tracy, California. He is currently pursuing an MFA at Randolph College. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in HAD, Heavy Feather Review, Rejection Letters, and elsewhere. He is the founding editor of Plum Recruit.