writing

a subtle knife searching the air 

for invisible    words

smoothing over loose paragraphs

swollen sentences

the tip is infinite and sharp

that hilt a tight wrap of emotion intuition 

sever the space between resistance and pull-

forward to questiontruth 

this lusty want

to know more than present text can offer

even when the lines are thin and sheer

the shoulder is bare faced against this grind ruling thought and eyelids

split bones a splinter in the air under the window without blinds

a search--until--knife tip touch stumbles on ridged air--a pock invisible

hilt held tight wrist twist a subtle slice into noThing

sudden--

without seeming sense -- letter by letter spills out of an invisible splice invisible space

no stitches -- just symbols running like blood pouring pools of shifting thought on dingy floors

to say order can be made of this mess--

placing hands under the quick leak words elongated and starving shaking quiverbreaths fever

fill up open palms

spilling over smooth edges as constant as the search that cut them into form

into shapes