John Wall Barger

Knife Song “Have you been brandishing that knife all along,” I say. “What knife,” you say. “I’m just saying, I didn’t see that knife when we were dating, how it gleams, like now, right now, nicking and snipping and carving me,” I say. “There is no knife,” you say. “I dreamt I was in prison, you baked me a cake with the knife inside which I ate,” I say. “And,” you say. “And I admire how you prune the dead flowers in our bed,” I say. “Do you think...
  • 28 diciembre, 2020
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