poetry and prose by stephen chute
Friday, December 10, 2021
wedding bells
i go to the blue light
facial treatment for round number
two.
i'm ready this time
for the pain.
the sting, the waffled rays
of electric heat
making my skin
turn red.
but it still hurts, just the same.
reminds me
of other things i've done,
despite knowing what's ahead.
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