she pushes the pin slowly in
inch by inch until the head swallows it completely.
only the blade is submerged
moving, concentrating, getting.
the blood to flow throughout
my body is an inert process.
impatiently I lay in bed icing
the sharp metal object.
the cooling soothes the hammering,
ice melts, metal doesn’t.
people pilfer many things, why
not my dagger.
life goes on, and I am living it.
nevertheless my fast forward button is broken.
i even replaced the batteries in the
remote, but only the volume works.