My dad sharpened a knife
And I did one better
I used that knife
And cut my finger
Pointer on the right hand
Messing up my fingerprint
While slicing potatoes for dinner
So with a bandaid on
I feel like a kid again
That can't keep its fingers safe
And always finds a way to seek out injury
Even as subconscious as it seems
The potatoes got chopped in the end
Put in a pot of water to boil
And after my finger bled
And was doused with peroxide
A tan bandage wraps finger
Reminding me
To try being a little more careful next time
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
