by Antionia Clark

I watch the knife
like a lover
expecting the worst—
the slip, the cut.
Smooth rounds
slide from the blade,
cards dealt
by a slick hand,
separate
into perfect rings.
O, O, O.

 

 

Antonia Clark works for a medical software company in Burlington, Vermont. Her poems and stories have appeared in Loch Raven Review, Mannequin Envy, The Missouri Review, The Orange Room Review, The Pedestal Magazine, Rattle, Stirring, StoryQuarterly, The 2River View, and elsewhere. She loves French food and wine, and plays French café music on a sparkly purple accordion.