Poem for Sou: Blades

Sometime in the last hour
she typed
“the joys of a fresh blade”
into the subject field
before posting a message.
Then, she posted three collages
she’d obviously made after settling a new
Xacto blade into
its handle.

So: it is not about
what I first thought it was about.
I think about it anyway
while flicking one of my own knives
open, shut, open, then shut.
When this one’s locked
the blade does not shake
and the joint will never break
when stressed. That’s the sound of security, I say out loud,
that whisper-snick of the lock engaging
when the blade reaches its proper place,
and I shave a short stripe
off my forearm
to test the edge.

But we’re so different, I think.
Cutting is cutting
and craft is craft.
Collage rejoins severed things;
but then again, things do have to be severed first
before you pick up the pieces to begin.

I set the knife down for a moment.
There are three pictures on the screen. I have no idea
how long it takes to make such things.
There was never a chance or a choice
to learn it before now.

So I’ll email her and ask one thing:
How strong and sharp does the edge have to be?

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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