thumb bleeds into
the bucket,
it surprises me that one
thumb
with a tiny slice
can expel
a gallon of blood.
i feel faint.
i may pass out,
i can't get to the phone
fast enough
to be saved.
i rip my shirt off
to make
a tourniquet,
a bandage to stop
the bleeding.
i lie down.
is this how it all ends?
making
stew,
cutting meat on
the cutting board again.
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