The Chop 

The excuses we make
for others’ excuses
circle around
fragmented moments, 
in perfect clarity
with one simple act –
the tempermental
chop

Time can’t be rewound
the looks on their faces
plead in reverse
while pulling away,
numb in the moment
distorted surrender –
trust it or make it
stop

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