A Knife in the Wash by Teresa Breeden Who can say how it came to pass That the 10” Henckel slipped Past the glass? How no one heard it Thumping about? Who can say If it tried to get out before Slips and bras bemused it so? When first it slid its shaft into silk Which was the more surprised? And when it parted the calf to the knee— And when it cleaved the breast from its bone— Who can know if it felt misused, Or simply felt relieved. theMeadow 31
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