POEM

This is a poem I call 'Sharp edges'. I wrote it after I was making a sandwich for lunch and almost accidentally cut my finger with the butter knife. The experience was REAL for me, and brought me close to death. I suddenly had an idea for a poem and it took over me. That’s how I work.

Sharp edges. This knife has.
Sharp edges. This table has.
Sharp edges. This spoon has.
Sharp edges. In my Brain.

Don’t stab me. Don’t stab me.

Sharp edges. This house has.
Sharp edges. This kitchen has.
Sharp edges. This sandwich has.
Sharp edges. In my body.

Don’t stab me. Don’t stab me.

Thank you.