THE CLUB OF POETRY
forgive this ungentle cudgel
May 9, 2009
Shear Stress
I want scissors
to cut away this bar,
the world, to trim
these ragged edges
from us, sitting
across from
each other,
talking, two
sharp blades
that, upon meeting,
divide.
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