Scissors

I need to find the scissors!
They always disappear
Empty is the kitchen drawer
(where they were shut
out of sight, out of mind
until I wanted to sever
or clip,
to permanently rend
in a second’s snip)

Someone is resistant!
To cutting and cleaving,
Slicing asunder
Or slashing to slits;
To splice is more polite
To reassemble, build, combine

But I must find those scissors.
To chop and piece (I need)
To strips and bits the old—
Confetti to throw up, to float and fly
(I need)
To fall into the future