Grace

Written for a workshop inspired by a book of prose poetry by J. Gendler: The Book of Qualities.

She slips through the air, cleaving the fabric of molecules as a hand-crafted Japanese blade silently, severs a single leaf of paper.  She vaporizes gravity.  She is asymptotic.  She is a delicate brushstroke of an eyebrow with a perplexing smile. She says the thing that does not simply please the room, but genuinely tickles and instantly endears everyone. She eats without leaving a crumb.  She is a silky, cream, elbow-length glove worn by a woman in a window, more than a century ago.

Author's Note

Critiques welcome. This is very much a work in progress.