Shawn L. Bird

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poem-incised February 5, 2015

You find the perfect spot

for maximum irritation

you rip apart the incision

determined to arrest healing.

I long to rip you off,

toss you away,

have air and water and space

surround me,

to heal the gash

and help to find my footing again.




Dedicated to my Aircast® which has a air tube glued right at my incision line.  This is a painful irritation!  Yeah, yeah.  So I’m being literal.  Nothing is stopping you from taking it figuratively.  That’s what poetry is all about!  🙂


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