- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
The Butcher’s Wife
I am she: the butcher's wife, cursing my hand.
I drive it into saltwater/ into silhouette.
I watch my fingers dissolve, my ring fallen away.
I remember bone and a thick odour.
I remember a whetted silence I refused to eat.
Why this? I asked.
He said blood was just another blooming.