The Knife and My Back

A chatter I have never known,

sun beams

through windows

on my toes.

Hair tied up in a bun,

to save

it from

wind and sun.

Infinite acquaintances to chatter to,

forty

sit in

rows of two.

Yet I feel so unattached,

I know

the knife's

behind my back.

Author's Note

rough draft, may not change it

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

This is can span some many generations in the blunt force honesty, it is the same logic from the wilderness in 1850 to the wildness of New York in 2015.

[Justin]

I love how it rhymes and the way it's put together. Your poetry makes me think and I am a little intimidated by your intelligence lol

[gabiaimee]

What can I say, I've been doing this my whole life haha