My bosses always ask me,
why I take my box cutter home with me.
I always give a smile,
look them in the eyes,
and tell them that people tend to steal mine,
if I leave it in the stockroom.
But in reality,
I keep it on me,
for the peace of mind,
in knowing that I can remove the razor from the plastic case,
rinse it off,
put it against the skin of my hip,
and slice away.