I’ve got your knife
sharp sharp butterfly
digging into my hipbone.
other pocket’s worn down,
right back faded into the Virgina map
crinkled over Highway 58 east west circled ink blue
Repetitive thought i lost
you near South Hill’s so far.
so far.
I would never. on purpose…
“Use your mind!”
Practice your preachin’!
No, no! I should have stopped cycling.
Saw two sherriffs.
One said he saw you
heading back thatta way
pointed finger where you come from.

Press in, pull down, flip out, close up,
(think about you)
put back in my pocket.
digging into my hipbone.
sharp sharp butterfly
You’ll need your knife for the road.