Thursday, June 19, 2014

Slicing Onions

Slicing onions, then I cut my finger…
It’s not about you, I’m not about you.

(And I don’t even know how to cook.)

It’s my finger that bleeds, and nothing else,
as I taste seawater, and choke on it…
But it’s not about you, I’m never about you.

(And I still don’t know how to cook.)

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