So tell me now:
Are the scars inadequate?
Is their lacy tracing on my skin
Not enough to hold your attention?
Not pretty enough to watch
As they squirm their way across my chest?

Okay then, how about this:
Hold out your right hand
So I can bleed into it for you,
Then watch for a few days
As the wounds scab over
And form a Rorschach for you.

Just hand me the knife.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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