Iris Blade Poet Free verse

Scissors

You ask what the scars on my knees are from
I say its because I've been knocked down
Over and over again
But it just means I’m good at standing up

And you ask about the dotted white on my ankles
I say I've dropped any too many
Half empty half full glasses
On my feet

You point at the scar under my chin
I say, no matter who I have become
Taking risks is a language my own

And with a finger you 
Push up the edge of my
Raspberry
Blackberry
Colored dress
And with a voice quieter than my thoughts
What about these

And yes
There are ribbons
White jagged ones along my hip
But the point is they’re white
Not the pink fleshy color of a smashed
Tangerine

I take your hands and say
Let me tell you a story
About a paper chain girl and boy
Running through life holding hands
And let me tell you
If you cry on paper it breaks

And the paper chain girl 
And the paper chain boy
Went looking for some tape
And they found it
In the quiet stolen moments when she asked herself
Why do people taste like the ocean?
But it was just the aftertaste of teardrops
Nothing more
Much less

They couldn't find the tape
And they were made of paper
And rocks was his heart
The paper chain boy closed off from the world
And
The girl had exhausted her supply of elementary bandaids
Rock and paper

So she went looking for some scissors.
And guess what?
She found them.

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