at first,
easing
out of the small
crease
in my leg.
an inadvertent cut
at work.
i look at it.
it's a thirsty wound.
i've seen worse, seen
less.
it'll stop on its own at some
point.
then when i get
home i'll wash it out,
find an old bottle of iodine
and splash it on.
the scars are adding up
like scratches in a wall
measuring time.
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