Garden of Eden

Garden of Eden

A boy I tried to be once

Showed me his knife 


On the church playground

The flip-out blade held loosely in his 


Preteen hand. Young and dangerous,

He holds it up to the sky like he’s showing not us but God 


Razor edge, slender promise of danger 

He holds it there, then flips the blade

The silver disappearing act 


As if it was never there 


I stand there in my Sunday best

Baby blue and

Yet unstained by blood


And I will never tell anyone

 What I saw