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Her Various Scalpels

Sophie Mayer

I tell you: I was born

like a knife – all folded.


The rest - I learned. What

you call surface all


space - slotted with blades.

Its sense of retractable. Its edge –


imperceptible. To be whetted

on the world, that's the stone of it.


We live by prepositions

& are mineral - nothing but


what happens to -

it's the talent of smoke


in an era of shine. And if

I run a current –


and if I run

a gauntlet - and if red appears


upon it - that is


the flick

silver – and


over. My


From Issue 66/67 Staple, Spring/Summer 2007

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