By JR Jurzynski
No getting rid of the smell.
The knife was sharpened to razor-sharp.
Cuts like a knife.
The honing motion leaves markings on the sharpening stone and the blade.
Round and round she goes, and where she stops, nobody knows.
The oil and markings can be identified.
The sun settling toward Greenwich.
It was almost time.
Did she know it was almost time?
I did not ask her to edit my work.
Someone else’s work is about to get edited.
Busy-bodies, dead bodies, no life.
Will she piss her pants at the same time?
She doesn’t wear dresses.
Blood yes, urine possibly.
Pig Mountain or high cholesterol?
I stopped typing and thought.
Where did that come from?
What do you do with it?
Can you submit to it?
Kick the tires.
Peek under the hood.
See what you find.
Drive away from the curb, Jeffrey.