VII.(?)
Tell me, what is it lately?
He said, I keep having this dream.
I'm washing a knife in the kitchen. I'm drying it.
I turn around to put it into a cutting block, but my mother walks into it.
Straight into it, and it goes straight into her.
Her white shirt absorbs a rose budding around the blade.
She looks at me.
"Thanks."
I tell her she's welcome.
but she just looks at me and says
"Oh."
Just "Oh." I'm not even sure if there's an H in it.
Oh.
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