Cut

I cut myself

While I was chopping vegetables

Making a dish

To serve to some friends

The blood ran out

All over the cutting board

Deep red on the counter

And onto the floor

Later in the evening as we lost track of the wine

I thought about my injury

My left hand bleeding inside the bandage

I couldn’t help with the dishes

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It was years ago

I stepped on a glass

At the top of the stairs

In the middle of the night

But I just went to bed

Because I was too high to drive

The same in the morning

So I got a ride

I had told this to a friend of mine

She complained that I was lazy

That I should just take the pain

Or I should try having a baby

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It was late one summer

She was on my handle bars

I hit a patch of gravel

And she flew through the air

We made it back

I picked the gravel out of her knees

Then gave her head

As she bled on the sheets

We would later drift apart

I said I wanted a career

It was likely something else

In my head that I could not hear

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It was early spring

And I was so lonely

I would have done anything

For someone to hold

I met her through friends

We finger danced the watusi

It started out great

But by fall she had left me

I have often looked back on this

As the time I lost my heart

The one who I thought I loved so much

Only liked the beginning part