He walks in silence, within delicate air, and holds his clouds in his fist, afraid of letting them go. He won’t notice as he bares thousands of knives in his back and walks with empty pockets. It is grim to not find an escape, a little room where all blades vanish and no pockets exist.
published 2001 in The Pacific Review (vol 19). A magazine of Art & Literature, by the Department of English at California State University, San Bernardino.