Scissors cut fabric and paper and flower stems.
Knives cut rope and carrots and animal hides.
Scalpels cut skin and sinews and clamped veins.
Sharp words cut deepest. Best not to play with them.
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Knife
Serrated stainless steel
Or shark’s teeth
Or a lover’s kiss
Drowsing for that hidden vein
Straight to the heart
Blood from a pumpkin
The prophet’s head strung
Like a jack-o-lantern
For Salome’s striptease
Tased by Chinese calligraphy
Poisoned paper cuts
Sting the scribe
Even those wounded
Bt love know well
It brings pain and joy
[Disposable Poem September 12/13, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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