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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