BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

crying is not an emergency

the stitches

lie under the

pinky knuckle.

I'm afraid to

tear them when

my fingers move

like spider legs.

still, I can bathe

and make a fist

to look tough.

but no matter

what I feel the

stitches pull.

my flesh, which

is opened and closed,

will take nine days

to heal or

so I was told.

I wish that tenth

day was today,

just so I could

stop feeling like

Frankenstein.