The Grattan Murders
A knife
His hands
A wire
A shiv
The clock counts the ways
that a man could kill his family
It strikes twice per hour
How drunk his ass must have been
how sad his life before or after - he
must have been on PCP
He lost Jesus
A knife
from the kitchen block
the one for turkey at Thanksgiving - the
one his father gave him
the day the baby was born
His hands
around his own
mother's neck - he'd dreamt it
since he was 5
A wire
the folds of the skin - leather
the wire is a belt the wire is a moment
a switch from the tree out front
a sound like be a man
A shiv for baby
He had been staring out at the lake for hours
had managed to not drink or anything
had come home silently
had decided without deciding
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