Care Package, With Riddle As Missive

I found my father’s favorite Swiss army knife in a box he sent me with no note, just James Bond videos, nothing else. What was the message? The message was there wasn’t one. This world violent, full of sex, the movie’s zeitgeist, era after era, a new Bond double-o-seven-ing in. Divorced dad Sundays at The Greenwich watching the British Secret Service save the world. I thought he sent the knife inadvertently, but now I see it was code— he was boxed in without a knife to cut himself out.