Jacob Rose - Andy Shauf

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 saw no one

Jacob Rose

Back in the kitchen

Blood in the sink

Wondring how he would explain

«Yeah I got hurt stabbing th backyard»