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I do not mean to sound suicidal here
but today I got to thinking about cutting my wrists
with a smooth knife.
A serrated knife
is good for cutting into breads and fruits
because those teeth will get at anything,
but almost immediately I thought of it,
I remembered that I love myself
so it would have to be with a smooth knife.
Let us call it an experiment.
This experiment would fulfill the very specific purpose
of measuring the centimeters of flesh
between the skin and the vein,
to count the layers of flesh as you might count
the rings of a tree,
and to decide, beyond a measure of a doubt,
how the meat’s discoloration reflects
on age and emotional maturity;
which is to say,
this experiment would have no purpose at all.
If I were to try this out on other people
I would draw the following conclusions:
-people with thick veins
are not destined to work in some cubicle somewhere,
punching numbers on a keyboard.
-People with dull muscles and bright colored veins
should turn to music in times of duress.
-People with fewer layers
of muscle are young at heart,
should never listen to their elders,
just follow their dreams of becoming homeless painters.
-Those of us with veins that hide from needles
will never know where they will be going, so they should
surrender here and now to whatever wants to come next.
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