I never did love the knife.
Just once I felt his dull
serrations. It wasn’t his fault.
He didn’t intend to cut me.
But after that, his very weight
against me made me cringe.

Twenty-two firefighters labored to deliver you,
yours a different kind of fire.

Here, eat this fucking sandwich

that I had originally intended to make
for myself but later realized

was no good for me

Thank you for submitting your work.
Though I am going to pass on this batch,
your poem “insert title here” came close.
Huh?
I immediately think of coming.

Maybe this reporter is competent and only
Momentarily seemed like a dumb hack
In this style piece that breathlessly declared
That bangs are now making a comeback.