Did you see the knife? In the kitchen sink? Did you see it? Colored and shining, winking at me. Did it wink at you? Did it remain still… for you?

It felt heavy. I wouldn’t know how heavy. I didn’t pick it up. Knives don’t like being picked up. I’m guessing… you wouldn’t like getting squeezed around your neck with the force of what it takes to knot a tie. Would you?