the knife unguided
some days it’s hard to stay centered
even when you feel quite sharp you just lose the grip on your handle and find yourself someplace so dark
your blade’s edge veers far from the middle and slices too close to one side succumbing to such an imbalance each oniony cut makes you cry
forethoughtless you throw yourself forward right into that toaster abyss
but half of you never feels warmer and the other half burns to a crisp
even when you feel quite sharp you just lose the grip on your handle and find yourself someplace so dark
your blade’s edge veers far from the middle and slices too close to one side succumbing to such an imbalance each oniony cut makes you cry
forethoughtless you throw yourself forward right into that toaster abyss
but half of you never feels warmer and the other half burns to a crisp
