by katherine
I scratched my thigh mosquitos lately stang
My blood ran down like streams by aspirin thinned
I suffer scruples if I think I’ve sinned
In this case I have done nothing right or wrong
Except that scratching makes the wound look worse
I should wash it, let it heal allby itself
My hand goes down and scratches it in stealth
We think we’re in control, so then we curse
I took a photo while the red blood flowed
It got onto my sheet, I’ll leave it there
As if to say I’m bleeding so still here
I miss the love I had,I know you know
What is life when we do not share words?
The single suffer loneliness absurd
