Knives

Consisting almost entirely of mismatched butter knives, our kitchen drawers are essentially child-safe. As we saw at onions, our knife block sits unused, fully equipped and yet somehow forgotten. In this neglect, it once sought revenge, sending its most daggerish blade sailing past my head as I searched for something with which to open the bag of chicken feed. We concluded the knife had lodged oddly among the other silverware and, as the drawer was opened, its release sent it airborne. Though none of us moved it from the knife block to the drawer, we choose to accept that story.