Monday, October 17, 2016

Kristen de Kline #12 Playing with knives



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 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

I have a strong attachment to it. 

5 comments:

  1. Hey Rob this is Kristen :) I am posting for her. :) Thanks anyway!

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  2. No 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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