Andy Shauf Jacob Rose
Jacob Rose
Stood in his kitchen
Cleaning a knife
Wondering what it would be like
To plunge that knife into anything
Jacob Rose
Looked at his sofa
Smiled a half smile
Imagining how she would react
To a bunch of holes in the cushions
Jacob Rose
Walked out the back door
Knelt in the moonlight
And raised the knife over his head
He brought it down fast towards the soil
Jacob Rose
His hand was on fire
The knife hit a rock
And his palm slid down the blade
He looked around and he saw no one
Jacob Rose
Back in the kitchen
Blood in thе sink
Wondering how he would explain
“Yеah I got hurt stabbing the backyard”
