(how to spell knife)

Kinetic

Nine point eight meters

per second squared, I, Blade,

rush to meet juggler.

Notch

I am a wid’ler.

I will destroy the forest

Soon, notch by notch by…

Incision

My poem enters

between the ribs of paper.

Ink, paper’s blood, flows.

Friction

Along serrated

edges, unity divides

‘til one becomes two.

Edge

Thinner than thin,

the edge is unknowable,

like secrets of God.