paper piranha by Mary Ann Blinkhorn

paper piranha

who looks at me with broken eye

beneath red sun where

toxic doves and polyester seagulls fly

too bogged down with sentences

paper piranha

do you not know how much this

page weeps each time your

spiny mouth opens

fingering long-winded wine glass?

I sit on weathered streetcar

contemplating stop signs

acid rain falling

windows stinging

breeze broken

paper piranha

how long must I go on

unable to hear my own clock tick

my own spirit sing

while you look at me with

razor sharp teeth

feeling proud of yourself

i find my way home

open bills

check shopping list

re-evaluate need for

grated parmesan cheese on special

paper piranha

who looks at me with broken eye

beneath red sun where

toxic doves and polyester seagulls fly

too bogged down with sentences

you’re only paper, you know

you are only paper

i bid you farewell