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Snip the Seams

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Snip the cord

Snip the line

 

Denial is suffering

under the veil of false

understanding.

The wound is the womb,

the low-road and the high shore-line.

 

Snip all means of flight,

all laws and inhibitions.

 

Shapes made are never final,

words too, alter meaning.

Look and snip

the draining pipe, the solid memory.

The way you were sure was open

but never was, snip

and be done with it.

 

Why the painter who cannot paint, hot days

in global-warming winter,

the bird bath with a hole?

Scissor-queen, wire-cutter machine, bow

to the bitter land before you, make peace

with the locking tide. Snip

 

the pictures from the walls,

the broken limb from the rest of the body.

Try it on. Wear it before a mirror, into a crowd.

Pass over the keys.

 

Take tomorrow, hold tomorrow now

and snip.

 

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.© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Cordella Magazine” March 2019

http://www.cordella.org/fieldnotes/snip-the-seams

 

 

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