Yesterday, this blog had the most one-day views ever. Not sure why, but keep reading, people! An poem acceptance email was also waiting for me this morning, so I started the day feeling all-around appreciated. A nice feeling.
For today, another short draft in the “mouth” series…
When Regret is a Paper Cut
on the tongue, bloodless, rubbing
against the rough pearls of the molars,
healing seems impossible, each word
a reminder, a re-opening of the tear,
each passed opportunity a thorn
throbbing in the tender lingual veins,
each sorry I cannot say a spoonful
of salt, stinging, burning a stain.