A pair of old jeans —
I amputate both legs
with a pair of scissors.
I’ve cut myself on paper,
on grass blades,
even on certain sharp words,
but never with scissors.
One on a shelf in the basement
beside the string,
another with the craft paper,
& a third nestled in the sewing cabinet
among spools of thread:
We are rich. We have three pairs of scissors.
Every schoolkid grasps
the concept of a balance of powers
thanks to fist rock, palm paper,
& peace-sign scissors.
Mothers worry about
leaving their children unattended
with a left-handed pair of scissors.
The raccoon going through
the new trash on the riverbank
is delighted to find a shiny orphaned half
of a pair of scissors.
When I come into school wearing glasses
for the first time,
the other kids show me what I look like
by peering through the handles of their scissors.
I’m walking as quickly as I can,
mindful of the scissors.