June 7, 2014

Richard Krohn

SPLITTING

After the china
I guess we next split
silver, he said,
I claim the neutrons
—she didn’t laugh—
or any other tarnished
subatomics, and me no
polish, but you,
you atom-splitter,
you must be Eve.

She stared and said
the silver was her parents’.

Amen, I understand,
he said, you keep your
spoons to cradle
what you love,
and forks to hold
the things you want,
and matching batch
of knives to spread
a smooth sweet
surface, or slice
things right
in half.

from Rattle #20, Winter 2003