I write too much today I think
Words pour like so much wine
Or is it blood, hemorrhaging
I keep blotting it out
She keeps rubbing it in
Happily married to herself
The stain meets in the middle
Unwashed, unkempt, unclean
Keep throwing your mind at it
The gulf only widens more
Treat it like a minor scrape
You're going to get well
My whole body is the scab
Peel and peel and peel
Help me, please.
