Friday, March 17, 2023


A set of kitchen knives
In butcher block, purchased
Years ago, following

A divorce, look how clean
They are, still sharp enough,
And if you imagine

Tales they could tell of what
They’ve cut through time and how,
You know you would tell them

Without confirmation
From knives gleaming clean
Of old information.

Now, the knives they replaced
Were another story.

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