save the splinter

Broken eggs in unopened cartons,

careful hands save the splinter from rough skin.

The milk’s gone sour again,

but there is no blood I can see.

The feast of mold on the bread you bought yesterday

and we soak your feet in warm water,

try to save the things we can.

© 2017 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.


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