Neither of us know
signs to look for
when the other
talks to another.
Glances become knives.
We fling blades
onto caution signs
which clang
then lay
dull
until the sharp
of morning.
(originally published in Thirteen Myna Birds, Fall 2016)
Neither of us know
signs to look for
when the other
talks to another.
Glances become knives.
We fling blades
onto caution signs
which clang
then lay
dull
until the sharp
of morning.
(originally published in Thirteen Myna Birds, Fall 2016)