if we were married i would keep
all of your secrets on the tip of the
longest knife in our house. i'd slide
them surreptitiously into our food
, bake them into cakes to send home
with guests. i would like to be complicit.
it is whispered that when a secret is
consumed it is absolved. that's an old secret.
i might tap mine gently against your cheek,
late with the lights out & too hot to sleep.
the right recipe remains elusive, or nothing’s
sharp enough to cut my confession clean.
i am trying to be husband material. i am
not yet ready to be absolved, but i am yielding,
practicing erosion against a whetstone.
you'll know when it's time; i'll descend
the stairs like a kid again, sweeten your tea
with a hushed tone, reach for the longest knife.
Liam Burke (he/him/himbo) lives in Ottawa, Canada, on unceded Algonquin Anishinaabe land. He is most recently the co-author of 'machine dreams' with natalie hanna (collusion books, 2021) and ‘Orbital Cultivation’ with Manahil Bandukwala (collusion books, forthcoming). His work has most recently appeared in the Daily Drunk, Savant-Garde, the Jupiter Review, and long con magazine, and is forthcoming in Sledgehammer Lit.