You’re the knife

Eavesdropping snippet of the day:

“I don’t why it is, but every time I see you I picture the blade carving into bloody flesh.”

Silence (enough said).




A woman I know told me, “Do what you love,”
but I loved her and she was taken–with someone else,
so I couldn’t do her.
A man with very short hair, shorn I would say, advised,
“Don’t be afraid to let your hair down sometimes.”
My hair was longer than days back then.
A fellow friend asked yet again, “If we were lovers,
would we still be friends?”
Friends don’t let friends ask sleazy hypotheticals.