blood, it's tomato sauce
dripping down my side.
although it looks like
she finally got the best
of me.
all day
i have to explain
the stain upon my shirt.
people shake their
heads and sigh.
they put their
hand on my shoulder
and say we're so
sorry, we know what
you've been going through,
but we're happy
you're alive, can we
take you to the emergency
room.
i tell them no. it's just
red sauce, showing them
the remnants of onions
and mushrooms,
but they don't
believe me as they weep
and hold me close.
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