I’m sceptical of this cutting room floor
as there are piles and piles of sad faces
on celluloid.
I’m more robust now and I can take it!
I can hold the dying light on my shoulders
and elate.
Nothing happened when I ran with scissors
and so my trust is failing. I hope to God
you’re listening.
I’m eager to please and quicker to wonder
if I could do any worse than you’ve
already done.
Let’s climb the scaffold and dance on wet boards
until we can barely stand and the heights
seem erotic.
#365DayOfPoetry
