Knife Month

She became the first firefighter in Teaneck history. In college
I tried to score oxycontin from her. Not at the time
but later. I made a bad assumption. No one asked me to be sorry.
Have you heard him sing the hook from prison? There’s a codified theory inside of it,
something I’ve been calling “savior music.” Christ, whose mustache was beautiful,
that mustache is beautiful. At the time and later. Depression
as good a reason as any for asking. Conventional wisdom balks.
A lifetime of courtesies could be bartered and lost.
At this moment the throne slips behind plate glass. Who cares how the money piles up
when the telephone cannot voice your desire without dissolving.
[A firelike crackle.] Some people’s problems
involve too many walls. I walk freely in an arc around the pope
to discover he is cardboard in his back. I like that
this conversation always ends up at [emoji of knife] and June is knife month always.