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I didn't want to let you down

Not gold rope, nor hair rope

From my ivory tower

Ladders are for raising:




For bringing up:

You brought me up that way

And never let me

Let me down

And so I'll go with this young man

Even though you don't think it's best

Because I need to let us down

I need to raise myself this time

So cut the cord

I need to fall.

Leah Bobet's most recent novel, An Inheritance of Ashes, won the Sunburst, Copper Cylinder, and Prix Aurora Awards, and her short fiction has appeared in multiple Year's Best anthologies. She lives and works in Toronto, where she picks urban apple trees, builds civic engagement spaces, and makes large amounts of jam. Visit her at
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