It claws
it doesn’t begin with an itch
a single hurt
a pointed branch
me and my fingertips
what rings for only forty-two years
would one need a magnifying glass to see the few years I spent
in a big city
I wasn’t really all that bad was I? you want to know I would have always ended up here know that I have been through some things before you call before you tell me about your bad day it isn’t enough to complain about your body and how it maybe doesn’t listen or what tiny hurt a sliver in the hand