Looking For A Knife

Well, yes, it’s true that I
gained possession of this knife by stealing it,
oh, six years ago;
but regardless,
I would very much like to find it –
It is not in the couch cushions, not under the bed,
not slipped ‘neath a dresser or
in the doghouse waiting to be fed,
it is not in my hand,
not in my pocket,
not in my heart, but stuck in my head,
and there’s no worse thought for me,
at the moment,
than wondering where I’ll steal my next knife.

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