of the sharp knife in the drawer
my hand
goes slow and easy
to pull it out.
there's chopping to do.
shredding.
dicing.
etc.
it's a good knife.
i've cut myself on it
before.
the blood
puddling
on the counter,
dripping to the floor,
but not lately, i'm older
now,
a little wiser,
i'm careful when i open
up that drawer.
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