Scissors Cut Paper

A point bird in wild geese
formation, I flew sallies
over his logistics, blistering
his asides with practiced élan.

I never said I was sorry for
poking holes in his argument.
The brilliance of his paper-
wrapping stone analogy

proved too great to ignore.
We floated words like crystals
catching flashes of light.The
group facetiously treated us like

bundling colonials. Eventually,
he pricked my linguistics with
silken phrases, and I responded
in whispered nuance. No

longer a saber slicing paper, but
a woman dueling with a glossary
of emotions, I wondered, would he
catch the many pieces of my fall?

Cleo Fellers Kocol