Runners & Knives

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

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