blurred paper filled


I had a cut on my finger

in the subway with nothing better

to conceal a dirty wound

and viral madness

I wrapped a poem around

it naturally but as I lost ink

like blood spreading

through fabric and me

there was too much

in the words and the red

bits falling out

of myself made me think

“this feels like the old days

waiting for another poem to die”

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