The Curved Edge

You didn’t say janbiya, but I felt it on the back of my neck.  I, surprised as always, taut and learned from your sharp words cloaked in curves, look for a new path to burn.   It leads nowhere. I turn away From the realization that your lips form nothing but Promises, a carriage for indirect truths. I learn too— Ignore your curves, but not your slants. I can’t explain—everything I give you couldn’t—how the corners of the table Curve through the years. Pains, like edges,   Dull, and the knees of those groping through the dark will be Saved … Continue reading The Curved Edge