i could stand here all day
and no one would notice
standing in alb and apron,
sideways to the world,
watching through mirrors and windows
as trucks pass
fragments of a world in turmoil make glancing blows.
people use words like knives
not realizing thrown words are ninja stars –
sharp in all directions.
we all have scars.
The phone rings and more daggers have been thrown –
more targets have been missed.
collateral damages are everywhere.
I don’t do battle.
There are no sides.
a wild black cat slides around my ankles without a purr.