each drop a work of art

the uncertainty
of life is with you when

you open
your eyes in the early morning.

the sun, a yellow melt
slipping
geometrically through the blinds.

the warmth of july
has her arms around the house.

the tomorrows arrive too quickly.
the yesterdays
fade

with nothing to write about.
the dull razor

is the only thing that brings
excitement.

the trickle of blood like a wet
firework
against the porcelain
sink.

each drop
a work of art.