You cut me off
With a wave of a hand
With a word and a cough

And you,
You cut across
Every lock or division
Remainder and loss

And you
Say that everything we've lived for is wrong
And you
Keep your membership up but you never quite belong

You cut the dose
To an eighth of an ounce
Still you're near-comatose

And you,
You cut it close
With your warm paperback
Of L'amour est la chose

You
Look like you've tightened your belt past the final notch
And you've
Been bisected before but you've never let me

Watch how your balloon's been patched
You might get your surface scratched
Walk away as if you're unattached

Apostrophes
Catastrophes
You think you've seen
The last of me

But you can't cut persimmons from a pomegranate tree
But you can cut me to ribbons with your keen sense of irony

You rise
From the cutting room floor to the celing fans
Your eyes
Break the narrative up into wipes, dissolves and pans

Plans abandoned once they're hatched
Form and function still mismatched
Walk away as if you're unattached


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