Specific Incision

A Poem

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Just a knife poke, one of stainless varieties that carries its hint of rust with the pride of all things made in past days. Tetanus, go away. So then the razor becomes a little meme of its own, belligerent little fuck: it keeps on teasing the knife. Hurled into the shower at full force and I can’t shut it up.

If this isn’t working, I suppose we’ll keep at it. How long till desperation finally…