A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Selling Knives to whom it may concern I don't mean to change the subject from your fun activities like hunting deer or candidates or Italian villa rentals to dramatic dismay, and I know it hurts too much to talk about the war, homelessness, dead children, where we are headed, bloodletting, and suffering. Instead, I pick on the knife industry that advertises its wares with words like, "Lifetime supply of incredibly sharp edges." I pick on the phrase lifetime supply, I pick on the sharpness virus, the cutting, the preemptive anything, the rubble we lost ourselves in, while not letting seeds regenerate under the ground to feed the entire planet. I pick on this one ad, because trifles veil reality; trifles console me. |