The Scissors Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Scissors



in your poems tonight
the fabric audience is cut into
sheets

those who appear in porcelain
bodies
broke into pieces on the floors

but there is someone
who is not touched, not cut, not broken

tell me, i am waiting.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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