9/28/2019



Gloved hands

I do not want to touch it
the bloody flesh
keeping me from lunch
swishing and swirling of gloved hands
it isn't my calling
to surgically remove hearts
I've left then on the steel table
I've accidentally taken one home
thinking it was a part of me

Today was rough. I just rested and took it easy all day.

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