(Writing after seeing other forms of art today.  I think this is the first time I went to an exhibit this year.  That has to change.  Day 235…)

Soon as I’m sewn up, here comes another papercut.  Now I’m stuck with a handful of bandaids…

Touching places
I’ve touched countless times
A myriad of caresses and grabs
But the one moment you slipped through my fingers
Left the most hurtful pain I’ve ever experienced.

It hurts to use my index
I’d rather you were here
To bandage
Instead of me scrolling through
The pain.