Self-Portrait with Knife
Lacking benefit of prayer or belief,
it slips through flesh,
praising its temerity. Or,
parting the onion’s core, reclaims
the right to weep.
How many nights have we shared
these pleasures? I smooth the blade
with steel, listening to the fine hum.
“Self-Portrait with Knife” is included in my micro-chapbook Only This, available for free download from Origami Poems Project.
O at the Edges 
Nice sound effects!
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I agree about the sound effects!
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Wow 🙂💕 I love the line “reclaims the right to weep”. And yes, I love the sound affects…
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That was my favorite line as well. 🙂
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🙂
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Implies these unsaid connections: “strophe” and “strop,” “hone” and “poem,” “whet” with “poet.”
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