The knife is on the floor. He picks it up and,
covers his mouth with it. In a knife voice, says, "Trap
Edison. I stab red as a dear bat's inside part."
His room is locked and empty. There are only two
ways the echo can reach his senses. If I believe
in echoes.
Wings spread out behind him as he hands the knife
for me to use. Adam smiles like one more angel
possessed and I'm not sure anymore. It's no contradiction,
his horns hold up the halo.
The question remains if he's right. I hold the
knife in my hand. It has to be twice in the back
for true repetition, but that should happen anyway--things
happen the way they are supposed to happen. Like
the knot. If I stab him, it was meant to be.
He says please. I hold the knife in my hand. He
begins to thank me. |