pluck
raze
the
skin
of
some
wounded
wooden wand
has
embedded
itself
in
the
rained
-on
roof
of
my
right
wrist
,
and
this
is
what
you
give
me
:
a
tool
to
trim
my
talons
with
,
nail
file
extended
like
a
breathless
blade
poised
to
prick
holes
in
the
lid
of
this
life
.
i
move
the
metal
mouth
to
where
the
insult
was
made
and
pry
loose
what
wasn't
mine
to
begin
with
.
250706
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from