I knew the man who stabbed me
I’ve only met him a few times
He’d come in to give my boss, his wife, lunch
Or the keys to the car
That she drove to work
His daughter and son worked there too
I don’t even know his name
Just his face and structure
A looming tower of muscle and bone
With a coy smile that appeared
Only when his wife plants a kiss
On his bristling cheek
I don’t know why he did it
Or why I chose him in my mind
When I woke up
Still in my bed
My chest was aching
Where the blade broke the skin
Yet seamless and untouched
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