Monday, February 8, 2010

Kitchen, Heart

I buried all the good stuff in the kitchen I picked up the table in the kitchen I told you where to sit and how thick to slice the bread and in my kitchen you kept the cutting board between your sinewy fingers you wound your knuckles around the wood-grain and chipped the knife my mother let me keep in my kitchen as you were cutting out my heart

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