Friday, May 6, 2016


with your fingers wrapped in band-aids
you showed me the evidence
seeping through
the small degrees of pain that splintered
to gigantic slashing, the paper cuts that
domino-ed truth
and while i looked, in unfeigned sympathy,
and noted the tininess of your
i remembered the invisibility that i once stung with
and bound each wound that you pointed to next.