The knife goes Chop! Chop! Chop!
I have a strong attachment to it, she says, the knife.
I'd be really upset if anything happened to it.
I have a strong attachment to it.
I can hear the faint strains of Rusty Cage, something about getting liquored up sharpening the blade taking a shot of whiskey some thing about gathering up a knife and praying.
The knife goes
Chop!
Chop!
Chop!
I know it just looks
like an
old
reddy-brown
plastic-handled
cutting knife
with serrated
edges
The handle and blade appear
flimsy
insignificant
If you used it to jemmy open a tin can
The blade would
bend
contort
waver
It's probably thirty year old and it looks cheap, she says,
But I'd be really upset if something happened to it.
There's more faint words from Rusty Cage
something about not using a pencil about not using a pen
something about danger being a friend
I don't care that it's sharp it cuts well and I use it all the time: none of that counts
I don't care if it hits my fingers your fingers I don't care
but I'd be really upset if anything happened to it.
Be careful
how you
play
with
it
Wonderful, Sarah!
ReplyDeleteHey Rob this is Kristen :) I am posting for her. :) Thanks anyway!
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DeleteSorry, Kristen! I did it again.
DeleteNo dramas Rob - I'm posting for myself now via the I- Pad. Poor Sarah was my uploaded for days! Glad you enjoy my writing. :)
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