the splinter

your mood is dampened
by the splinter
you have encountered
in your foot, walking
across the floor of
her apartment. it
bleeds at first and
then stops, but you
can feel the jagged
edge of it buried deep
within your flesh,
but you have no time
to fool with it, to
get it out, you have
the day in front of
you. it's easier to
go on, and deal with
it later. but by night
fall, it's red and
festering and sore,
and walking is
difficult. you feel
that you have learned
something here.
but you can't quite
put it into words
or understand. you
think about what she
said, before you left.
putting her own
splinter within you.
and ignoring that too.