lying there with my back on a rack hole in the corner my head in a sack flat on my back neck on a block one sharp knife buried in my wife lying there with a ring on her finger dying to tell me of her competent lover if she gives me kisses chains and three wishes one sharp knife buried in my wife she screams and she whores while unjarring doors late last night in the middle of the night she took the kitchen knife kitchen yellow knife buried in my wife buried in my wife opened her mouth with a razor blade fighting and scratching in a blood red rage she gives me kisses my knife never misses one sharp knife buried in my wife