By Andrea Scarpino
“I cut her arms off,” Schlosser replied, as the hymn “He Touched Me” played in the background.
The radio plays and the knife a wedding gift one of a block
the longest one the hymn sharp as blade the baby’s skin
one arm easy enough but the blood O the scream hymn of the
screaming child and the knife an elixir
soothing paste blade a bandage tourniquet the other arm
my voice on the tip of the blade on the blade’s
wetted edge the radio plays I sing
blood on my hands vocal chords and the hymn
won’t stop the knife sings more and more
O were it night were darkness to cover this O this scream
and the neighbor’s voice at the edge of the hymn the neighbor’s voice
Put down your knife and the knife says Him
and the hymn says Him and I do as I’m told.
© 2007 prickofthespindle.com
Andrea Scarpino is a graduate of The Ohio State University's MFA program. She currently writes and teaches in Los Angeles, a fact that fills her with gratitude every time she checks the Ohio weather forecast.