kirigami

tonight I am cutting
cutting cutting cutting cutting
cutting cutting cutting cutting
cutting cutting cutting cutting
cutting cutting cutting cutting
cutting

cutting

this too shall pass
I say again to myself
they say you only want to
in short bursts of time

(cutting)

I catch my face in the window
I am snarling.

does it ever mean elsewhere
when one thinks only of an end?
tonight I am yearning for
a creaseless forehead
and a face that does not overflow.

tonight I am thinking
X-acto knife, Gillette, kirigami blade
woodcarving tools
'it's not going to solve anything,'
you’ll say, ‘it’s so pointless,’
'shut the fuck up with that shit.'

and I
(cutting)
agree.