Bleeding by May Swenson

Stop bleeding said the knife

I would if I could said the cut.

Stop bleeding you make me messy with the blood.

I'm sorry said the cut.

Stop or I will sink in farther said the knife.

Don't said the cut.

The knife did not say it couldn't help it but

it sank in farther.

If only you didn't bleed said the knife I wouldn't

have to do this.

I know said the cut I bleed too easily I hate

that I can't help it I wish I were a knife like

you and didn't have to bleed.

Well meanwhile stop bleeding will you said the knife.

Yes you are a mess and sinking in deeper said the cut I

will have to stop.

Have you stopped by now said the knife.

I've almost stopped I think.

Why must you bleed in the first place said the knife.

For the same reason maybe that you must do what you

must do said the cut.

I can't stand bleeding said the knife and sank in farther.

I hate it too said the cut I know it isn't you it's

me you're lucky to be a knife you ought to be glad about that.

Too many cuts around said the knife they're

messy I don't know how they stand themselves.

They don't said the cut.

You're bleeding again.

No I've stopped said the cut see you are coming out now the

blood is drying it will rub off you'll be shiny again and clean.

If only cuts wouldn't bleed so much said the knife coming

out a little.

But then knives might become dull said the cut.

Aren't you still bleeding a little said the knife.

I hope not said the cut.

I feel you are just a little.

Maybe just a little but I can stop now.

I feel a little wetness still said the knife sinking in a

little but then coming out a little.

Just a little maybe just enough said the cut.

That's enough now stop now do you feel better now said the knife.

I feel I have to bleed to feel I think said the cut.

I don't I don't have to feel said the knife drying now

becoming shiny.

Gaff of the Day

It's official. I'm worse than Joe Biden.
Today I was talking on the phone to a sweet lady who told me that her daughter had just been married.
"Congratulations!"
"What?"
"Congratulations on your daughter getting married."
"She didn't married. She was murdered on August 10th."
"Oh....I am SO sorry."
Murder...marriage...it's all the same right? Not.

Coming Full Circle

I remember back in high school sitting in newspaper. Mrs. Shelton had just showed us the beginning and end of Signs, and asked us how they tied together. Of course we talked about that for a second wondering how on earth Signs related back to journalism in any way. Then she explained to us that the reason we felt so complete at the end of this movie, was that it all came full circle at the end.
I've been reading a lot of realist works from the early days of American literature. For example, Daisy Miller: A Study, by Henry James, The Awakening by Kate Chopin, and Yellow Wallpaper by Susan Gilman. All good...all have a distinct flaw for me. They just end.
I guess I've been feeling like a piece of American Realist literature, kind of just ending. I'm still exhausted by work and school and things. But maybe I need to bring things more full circle now. Maybe that will help the confusion and other things in my life. Who knows? Worth a shot right?
Enough with the heavy....now for a funny....
We were talking about the fashions of the Victorian Era etc. in my American literature class....and then Dr. Funda says...."Suddenly...the 1900s rolled around and OH MY GOSH....I can see her knees!" Apparently, back in the day...knees were sexy. Some of you might understand that joke.