I have silver scissors
delicate as wire
sharp as ice
I cut careful circles and perfect squares
neat
geometric
separated
I cut out all the words you ever spoke
I cut out all the portraits of your face
I cut out all the moving scenes of action
all the tears
all the drama
all the scripts
When they are all cut out
I will drop them into the deepest deep
and watch them float away like birds
Then I will smile and smile at you
and never say a word.
Note: Scherenschnitte is the German term for the art of paper cutting
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