I was thinking about
gashing my face from
the space between the bottom of my good eye
above my nostril
to the bend of my jaw bone and then asking
you to stitch me,
but I realized the embarrassment of
a thing so like touching myself
would present problems,
silly, unsteadying problems
done anywhere besides
a mirror front alone
and besides,
I'm still not sure it would heal in a way
that would capture
a fingertip's width of
fond memories
still radiating trace amounts of
love's decay.
Practice runs
help
and I can almost
split skin to
needing something stronger
than a band-aid
to hold it together.
Can I come over today?
