“You don’t even need a band-aid for most of these. You’ve wrapped them with toilet paper before. Yes, you stained a good sock once, but you wear black socks now anyway. You Will Be Fine.”

poetry

I cover myself with cuts
and scratches
as I stride or stalk
from point to point in time
and rotation

and I hardly complain at all

But sometimes a needle
will nick just so
or a bramble will sink deep
or paper cuts
(Paper Cuts!)
will stop my stride
(or stalking)

and sometimes in mid-step

and though these wounds
sting mercilessly now and then
they are but cuts
and scratches

and I swear I will not pick at them
(most of the time)

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