August 17, 2011
After the drum beats of severance,
A second where the soft things scream-
Butterfly wings rip from metallic seams,
Crocheted blankets feel the scissor blade,
Breath’s surface blisters into a sigh.
March 5, 2011
Power cord ripped out,
Hacked with orange safety scissors
Until frayed wires
Like the bones
In a bird carcass.
Was all I asked.