The Kitchen Knife is an Old Friend.


United States
42° 57' 1.1304" N, 83° 49' 33.9168" W

Rough, old winds drummed against
The side of our shack, our lean-to home
Barely dead rain dampened our spirits –
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile.
Bitingly blue memories scream at me –
Why are you no longer here with me?!

Under the blackness of the hanging wet –
You set fire to my eyes and I haven’t been able to think since
The sighing road leads hesitantly to where you are –
Gave all our things to the man in a headlock
Winds push against the yawning of the sky –
I WILL get to where you are.


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