The butcher is cheating on his wife who I buy the overly sweet bread from. He was sleeping with the young woman that lives just outside the wet market. I never wanted to see such atrocity but I did. Bent over the dumpster in the alley, he and the woman, I passed through. I needed to scrub my eyes out. At the end of the day he knelt in front of me pleading to zip my mouth. I never intended to rattle them out because I don’t care about them, I just wanted the memory off my brain. But I saw his perfectly edged knife and traded it with my sealed lips.