Trust Issue

Neither of us know
signs to look for

when the other
talks to another.

Glances become knives.
We fling blades

onto caution signs
which clang

then lay
dull

until the sharp
of morning.

 

(originally published in Thirteen Myna Birds, Fall 2016)

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