On Edges

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On Edges

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When the ice starts to shiver all across the reflecting basin or water-lily leaves dissect a simple surface the word *drowning* flows through me. You built a glassy floor that held me as I leaned to fish for old hooks and toothed tin cans, stems lashing out like ties of silk dressing-gowns archangels of lake-light gripped in mud. Now you hand me a torn letter. On my knees, in the ashes, I could never fit these ripped-up flakes together. In the taxi I am still piecing what syllables I can translating at top speed like a thinking machine that types out *useless* as *monster* and *history* as *lampshade*. Crossing the bridge I need all my nerve to trust to the man-made cables. The blades on that machine could cut you to ribbons but its function is humane. Is this all I can say of these delicate hooks, scythe-curved intentions you and I handle? I'd rather taste blood, yours or mine, flowing from a sudden slash, than cut all day with blunt scissors on dotted lines like the teacher told.

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  • Adrienne Rich