Grit my teeth until it’s over.
This injection of reality-
skin pinched, needle pointed.
The sting of alcohol cold
on my freckled skin.
You’re unmasked but sterile
(be a good girl)
while you administer
my long overdue shot of
perspective.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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