Poem 20150720

with enough practice
he said
not exactly smiling
but not exactly frowning either

with enough practice
you can plant knives
directly in the marrow
of the bones

they’re seeds at first
like most things
tiny and silent but
hungry and determined

their roots crack the bones
they have been planted in
radius, ulna, humerus, tibia,
and especially the femur

and the blades,
the blossoms you see, all grow up
seeking the heart
as if they possess a secret knowledge

all things that
grow from seeds know
where the sun is