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I love knives
I have a jack knife.
I whittle matches
with it. It gives them
nice sharp points.
I like to handle
butcher knives.
They are heavy.
their blades are
deep and ugly.
When I was a kid, I used
to wear a hunting knife
strapped to my leg. All
of us did that: we lived
on Jackson Hill. I never
owned a switch blade,
though I really wanted one.
Some of us bought throwing knives.
We ordered them
out of the back of comic
books. It got so I could
stick one every time at twenty
paces in a target
drawn with black crayon
on D'Alcorn's garage door.
The target was
the outline of a man.
But I really favor fillet
knives. Their blades are
thin. You can grind their
edges so keen it's as if
there's a line of antimatter
on them. It is wonderful,
how with hardly any pressure
on the handle of them, you
can easily slit the flesh
of a large fish, flay off
the skin of animals, slash
open the throat of a rabbit.
I went to a wedding.
The bride and groom
cut the cake
with a very sharp knife.
The bride stuffed
a piece of her cake.
Everybody ate a piece
of the bride's cake.
Nobody wore a hat.
Heaven Bone, The Magazine of New Age Poetry, Chester, New York
Steven Fortney
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