salt in a puncture wound

20 June 2013

They say--
(and who are they?)--
that anything difficult should be done like
tearing off a Band-Aid.

But I
I scrape off the Band-Aid,
with a screwdriver--
the noble handyman at work, and
plunge the Phillips head
deep
into the scab breaking
cracked skin like a fork through pie crust
and call forth the juices
like a snake charmer.

This is my feast:
bread injected with a lethal shot so I may
live--die--vicariously through its dough.

And the bread is the wound.

I ever-so-gingerly sprinkle salt
and watch the raw red bubble and fizz--
snail skin--
and think it escargot.