Poem: Split My Thumb

Posted on September 16, 2012 | Leave a comment

The stainless-steel paring knife
splits my thumb where it
backstopped
a tough tomato skin.
Blood comes to the air.
A paper towel
records
the blood drop
as a red dot.

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