like an old
angry girlfriend,
the knife drawer
is no
place to fool
around,
poking a bare
hand in
to find a corkscrew
by candlelight.
the cheese
grater, with open
mouth will
take your knuckles
down,
the potato peeler
wiggles
towards your
thumb, the steak
knives
are restless
and rattling their
swords next to
old bloodied
corks.
you go easy
in the knife drawer,
searching
gingerly around.
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