I
Knives are the currency
of young boys
and father, forever
the salesman, hands you
a Walmart sack stuffed with whittlers
all folded into cheap
nylon fiber handles, blades
concealed by visions
of eagles screeching
of does at calm unaware
how soon their skin will split
from the stinging touch
of clearance bin steel.
(keep / trade)
For years, @eldiagram.bsky.social has been my dream journal, and I finally published with them!
I have two new poems in the latest issue and I’m so, so, so happy about it 💕
This is an excerpt from the first piece, inspired by Zelda trading quests.
Read here: thediagram.com/26_1/hester....