I need an invisible knife
To cut off the high heels of this ridiculous woman
Dancing wasted in front of my eyes on the jazz bar’s floor
I need an invisible knife
To cut off the flamboyant tie of this spiritual leader
Smiling into my ears from the screen by the door
I need an invisible knife
To cut off the sharpness of my husband’s words
Sinking into my heart while I sip the wine
I need an invisible knife
To cut off the worries from my daughter’s chest
Talking to my tears, saying it’s all just fine
I need an invisible knife
To cut off the essence
Of unstoppable me while I feel so alone
I need an invisible knife
To cut off the distance
Between the place where I live and the place I call home