That Knives Dull

That Knives Dull

That jagged peaks of mountains round

That legs of card tables release their level

That running shoes lose their treads

That brake cables slacken

That sweaters’ wool pills

That pant seats thin

That bars of soap dim to wafers sharp

That face skin drops

That spines compress 

That house paint ungrips its wood

That plastic clouds

That caulk browns

That cracks spider porcelain

That the phone

That nail polish chips off the tips

That batteries in wall clocks drift 

to sleep

That cut dahlias wither 

That uncut dahlias shrivel

That flowers bow down

when they're done