it was funny, really:

i expected red
but all it was
was brown
from the rust
of this old cutter i stole
from the office downstairs

it's about an inch or so
and it's this murky nastiness
flowing down my arm
like a polluted stream

i remember falling asleep
with my hand off the bed
to keep it flowing
and i expected a pool
of crimson slickness
whenif i rose
this morning

i laughed and i laughed and i laughed

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