Sharp knife is next to the body.
Shiny silver, shiny blood...
It was an easy movement into the chest.
There was nothing to it.
Really…
We thought the divide was so great: shaky, worn body near
the top
of a rocky summit.
But the truth stays
steady like the Ground Zero
American flag:
We are closer to
the red than we think.
How then do we keep the promise
bigger than wisps of good luck dandelion flowers?
Bleed from the vine.