Monday, September 25, 2023

poem

 Dulled

I need an old scalpel too dull for cutting

Drag it across my skin so I know what it’s like

Nothing hurts and nothing bleeds

It leaves a long white blanching


I’m careful not to press too hard

Just knowing what’s possible is enough

I ask the scrub tech now

To pass me a fresh blade  


9/25/23

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