death by paper cut











{May 1, 2007}   on the edge

every now and then,

 

it seems that a woman grows

 

the quills of a procupine,

 

the talon of an eagle,

 

the jaws of a shark.

 

but actually all she has are

 

the leaves of a mimosa.

 

touch me not.

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