A knife, it is singing out loud to me,

Cooing and chiming, melodiously;

A smile steals across my face.

Oh, God, you've let me out of your sight

Once more, I say. looking down

At the little red snakes as they slither in three's

Twisting and turning, effortlessly;

Quickly, the toy slips beneath and beats

The edge of my bed, arms hidden

In tourniquets of loose-rolled sheets

As my friends they all look in horror at me

Gasping and screaming, vicariously;

I smile as my whole world begins to asnuff

Oh, God, they've let me out of their sight

Again. alone, just long enough.