knives 2
my back hurts
the knives are
moving around
again
the first knife
is named candy
inserted
by the sweetest girl
she smiles when she speaks
the last is jon chan
a dancing imp
quick hands
poison eyes
nobody is here
i stare at the clock
the clock stares back
the mirror is empty
the door locks itself
there are holes in the rug
knives crackle
somebody
has entered
could be anybody
on one wall
my mother's paintings
reproach me
my hands type
words
without me
i packed two bags
socks gloves sweats
if I go north
sun block and Harley shirts
if I go south
nothing matters
there is lingerie
in both bags
black lace works
in any direction
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