RON KOERTGE
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“Jagged Blade Found in Cake
Destined for Inmate”
But a wily guard probes.
Carries everything
to Warden Hardin
who closes the door
so they can take
turns licking icing
off the blade, imagining
that inmate’s wife:
recipe on the cutting board,
fingerprints disguised
by Gold Medal flour.
What would it be like
they wonder if someone
loved them that much.
