Fabric Scissors

I sit with my fabric

Undoing what I once did so long ago

Have you used these before, I ask

No, he replies

Good, is my heavy response

We wait in silence

The dull slice of the scissors

goes through the fabric

one snip at a time

Don't, I add

Those are your fabric scissors, he questions

Yes, is my simple reply

I carve through my fabric

unsure if the pull is from

the dull edge of scissors

or the thick weave of thread

I am a butcher and the

fabric my prey

The two work together

scissors and fabric

to create a rhythm

snip snip snip

go the blades of my weapon

rip rip rip

go the threads of my fabric

These scissors need to be sharpened,

I think to myself

Is it the fabric resisting

or is it the scissors

incapable of doing

their job.