the good knife

she says
where is
your good
knife and
i say it's
in the drawer
with the other
knives. the
drawer by
the stove,
be careful
sticking your
hand in there.
and she says,
oh, and why do
you even keep
the other
ones, the dull
ones that
don't cut. there
must be a dozen
in here. and
i shrug. i have
no answer
for her
as she slices
a wet apple
into two with
the good knife.
it's hard to
let things go,
isn't it, she
says and hands
me a slice.