inky blankets and diamond stabbings

i was a detective
or
possibly
i just worked for a detective
not totally clear on that

there was a couple in the office
they were shopping for a blanket

that seems out of place
in a detective office

they were looking at
a crocheted number
not like granny-square crocheted
like all one color
all one texture
black, with a sheen like fresh ink

and i wanted it

the texture made it
ripple across the bed
in a way that drew me
magnetically
distractingly

then they were gone
and i don't know
they must have gotten the blanket
because it was gone
but there were other blankets
and bags of stuff
scattered

and one of them had a bag of diamonds in it

i don't know if that was a strategy
or what

but a guy came into the office
and he went right to them
i fought him
and he stabbed me in the hand

in the side of my fist
down at the base of my palm

i continued to fight him off
and maybe i cut him
or maybe he just
was gonna come back
with fire power
but he left

i had to pee
probably because i actually needed to
but i was trying to stay asleep

the bathroom in the office was up by the front doors
they were broken and wouldn't lock
and people were trying to come in

i was alone
and i was telling them:
wait just a minute
i'm the only one running the front
let me just pop in the restroom really quickly
then i'll take care of you

i went into the bathroom
and tried to figure out what to do



kinda scary, and
when i got stabbed
i didn't bleed at all
and
when i'm looking at it now
[my hand]
i can see that
when i make a fist with my left hand
it pulls in and makes a weird jagged dent
pretty much where he stabbed me
i'm sure i'd notice that before
but it was still weird to see it like that
the other hand doesn't do it

and
would that still be a blanket
if it's all crocheted
or would it become an afghan