Santoku, the Blade of Choice
Because
it was the sharpest knife
Because
it came with a warning
Because
it did the job the best
Because
it was used each morning
Because
I became careless
Because
I knew the knife as mine
Because
I left the guard off
I got cut every time.
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Love the form and formatting!
What a good title! My partner was a meat cutter for many years and it prompted me to write a poem that considers knives. This is the only poem I’ve ever read that also contemplates knives. I love it.
Haunted by “I knew the knife as mine…”
This reminds me of Kevin’s flower poem, only this time it’s a blade having the last laugh!😜😜😜
Warning: Handle With Care
Absolutely delightful!
thank you all!