i hate the smell of
blood, the taste of
iron filings in the air
when i sharpen my knives.
we eat a lot of legumes.
i don't care for a busman's holiday.
i have many excellent recipes
from my loyal patrons.
the white of the bones
the slick of silverskin and tendon
the snap of the knife
into the thud of the block.
these things make me erect
they remind me of the dominatrix
i pay to beat me up.
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the modern professional - pt 1
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