POETRYScissors (for Max) By Cathy Corman May 14, 2020 Slip a pair of Drawing by MDA. scissors in your pocket, my son. Lace your thumb and pointer through the hand holds. Steady! Leave the realm of your home, out the front door, and go. Sharpen blades, then don mask: steel yourself to danger — and tulips. This page is available to subscribers. Click here to sign in or get access.