Off Goes a Piece and Nevermind the Dust

 


 

You chisel me out

leaning odd block of marble I am

maybe not marble

maybe granite

maybe sandstone

or soapstone

maybe a different stone

each day of the week

some days alabaster

some days all-a-bastard

some days reluctant and groaning

as you chip, chip, chip away

with nimble tools

a smart little tap

and off goes a part

that was hiding

some bit of beauty within

another snap

a cascade of gravel

and again you remove a bit of what isn’t me

to show me who I am

underneath all the hard stuff

and I thank you

lovely sculptor

as you chisel me

tenderly

out of myself


 


 

SJ Duncan in hotel room mirror.

SJ Duncan is an author, ghostwriter, and musician.

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