If This is What it Takes

The knife in your hand wants flesh. Its appetite for blood is sharp steel leaning, weeping into the tomato‚Äôs meat, sugar beets, steaming rhubarb pie and hunts that juice etching your hands, pulsing your neck and shifting your hips. You slice, you bleed, you leak into pools bubbling the countertop, over the scuffed linoleum to […]