knives

your disney princess bandaid 
is just about to unstick from
the tip of your finger.

the same one you cut last month
with a knife
too dull to slice through squash

but too sharp to not separate
finger flesh from itself. 

i don't know who hates seeing
the blood 
more. you with that vasovagal 
syncope or me. 

while we scramble to find
antibiotic salve or neosporin
and a bandage, 

an egg that was sitting on the
slightly slanted kitchen table
rolls off of it and breaks onto the floor.

the yolk is round and a beautiful 
sunshine yellow orange
on the rug. 

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