A Pointier Version

I’ve been left alone with a pocket knife and my own thoughts out here. The most productive thing I can do is whittle this stick to have a pointy end (or better yet, two pointy ends). I never got very good at carving, everything just ends up a pointier version of what it once was. What can I even do with a pointy stick anyway? I’ll toss it like a tiny javelin, try to snare a bird from midair. Realistically, if I even manage to hit a bird, the stick will just bounce off anyway. I’d be better off lying on my back and looking at clouds, waiting for someone to carry me away to Mount Olympus so I can sip ambrosia until the sunset.


Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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