Showing posts with label knife and poetry and breath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knife and poetry and breath. Show all posts
Friday, May 30, 2014
Knife
A friend admonishes -- no knives in the sink. Across the hide of a tomato, I assume is not suspect. What's slices (or dices) a poem? I suggest a one-word answer: breath.
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