What
do we seek
from you,
slanted oblique,
leaning any which way
but a-plumb
on your feet?
On and on
on the fence,
are you for or against?
Take a stand,
show your hand,
help my sentence
make sense.
You’re a flexible
line whose
employment is rife
with contextual ops,
like a Swiss Army knife.
Whether spoken
or writ,
you belong
to no stock —
save the fricative
sound sometimes
voiced…