paper cut
shredded paper on the countertop
serrated knife inside the kitchen sink
whose blood is that she asks
pointing to the countertop
and I respond innocently saying what blood
those droplets of blood making a trail
from this shredded paper on the counter
all the way to the kitchen sink
oh that blood I say
and she reiterates yes that blood
I wouldn’t know I say
I just got here
my eyes looking away as my feet
rock from heel to toe
sleeveless arms wrapped behind my back
april two thousand twenty
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