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The Theory of Knives

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Dinner sits
She sits
It’s not going well

She was hungry,
good
and leftovers were
there and good,
But it came down to the fork
and picking it up
and then the knife
and the theory
of knives

Simple
slim, sharp,
enough to cut
from, out of
in two, with
one hand–
only crumbs to tell,
or not

She’s still hungry
Dinner is still hot
the fork is patient
for now
They’ll sit
til she considers
washing the dishes
and the effort
to stand up

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