flesh wound

you cut yourself
shaving. it's a
slight wound, but
the blood won't
stop. there is
not enough tissue
in the house to
blot it up.
you imagine
yourself dying
this way. slowly
losing all of
your blood over
a simple flesh
wound. you feel
weak, and dizzy,
you take a seat
at your desk
and you begin
to type out
your farewell
to the world, your
friends, your
son, your parents,
ex-girlfriends
starting alpha
betically, but
your printer runs
out of ink while
you hold a washcloth
to the still bleeding
wound. you find
some paper and start
all over with a
pen. but you are
getting weaker and
weaker, the world
is going black and you
are only on the C's,
catherine, cat,
claudia, clara, christy,
and then you slide
from your chair and
fall to the floor.
your dog comes over
to lick your face.
it's nearly over,
as you try to remember
if it was corrine,
or colleen before
moving onto the D's.