Papercuts by Lisa Atkinson

Poetry:

It’s dangerous here between the sheets

where the writers prey.

We sharpen quills to pay the bills

and lie without dismay.

We stab at words. Dice and splice,

prying up your every vice—

Exposing wounds in sacrifice

to entertain you well.

With pens like knives

we gouge the page,

Each of us an Ink-bleed Sage

...on the hunt for you.

Copyright © 2008 Lisa Atkinson

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