Blades
I put my fingers
in
between the still
fan
blades
and
wonder about
their
power.
I could
depress
the
on/off button
and find
out quickly
or stare
at the edges
and
imagine.
I put my
fingers
on her
back,
tracing
the shoulder blade
and
wonder
how far I
can go?
I could
tempt
her
on/off button
to see if
she purrs
or
scratches
but
instead I
pull
away.
My
thumb against
the
serrated teeth
of the
knife
draws
chills to my skin.
I could
press
and wait
for the blood
or caress
the metal
and live
in the
what may
come.
Some days
I get to choose
between
the blade
and the
open spaces,
other
days
the blade
finds me
no
matter
where I
hide.
Heart Beat
this night
like so many others
feels lost
I tried to give myself away
lost in the fable
of obedience
no sale
this night
feels the same
heart beat
empty space
heart beat
staring into the light
heart beat
waiting
lost
like so many others
Reunion
Some were smiling
in the
picture,
a few
looked tired,
five
former friends
at a
party,
none
knowing the others
would be
there,
a forced
congregation
at the
‘everybody
smile’ altar.
Behind
them,
balloons
reached
for the ceiling,
searching
for escape
from the
room
with no
oxygen.bio: Christopher Hivner writes from a small town in Pennsylvania surrounded by books and the echoes of music. He has recently been published in Eye on Life Magazine and Black Mirror Magazine. A chapbook of poems, “The Silence Brushes My Cheek Like Glass” was published by Scars Publications and another, “Adrift on a Cosmic Sea”, was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press.
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