Sharp

My man has secrets

My man is sharp

My man is a danger to himself

My man holds scissors in his hands

He doesn’t know what to do with them

Or how to touch me

But, I tell him

You can cut my hair

Or the grass when it grows too long

You can cut noodles and tortillas

You can cut tape and bandages

You can cut the thorns off roses

You can cut coconuts off the trees

And bring them to me