The saw chewed along the pencil line
with my thumb as a guide
‘Long and slow’ he said
as I tried to create a groove
All the names got me
Coping, Hack, Tenon, Bow
The names always sounded evil
‘Nice and slow’ he ordered
Sawdust built up and I blew it away
with the same speed as blowing birthday
candles. Creamy flakes snowed the bench
My thumb shitting itself as the triangular blades
cut, sawed, bit, jumped
He stood there casting a shadow
that still hasn’t left
Gareth lives in Wales. He is an aspiring writer who hopes one day to achieve something with the pen. He has been published in Magma, Limestone, London Grip and others.
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