A KNIFE WITH NO HANDLE

By Lucien Wolf

A knife with no handle. Pretty to hold

But not easy to wield; to cut the rope

Around your neck you must first lose a finger.

Drips of crimson mixing with the fat

From the chicken; whimpers of love

Not able to be felt. Tears falling into the

Soapy water in the sink as you wash

The cut and the blade at the same time.

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