Grinder

They call it “headspace”

they call it “state of mind”

but all I can think of is that long

piece of metal I tried to smooth

with my grinder, running the

disk over it for a hot minute

let it spit out sparks like a dragon then

ran my finger along the edge

caught a sharp spur that cut me

and I cursed and blamed the metal

when in truth I just needed a

better grinder or maybe should

have spent more time on it;

Doesn’t matter I can’t

rid myself of this goddamn

spur and I always prick

my finger, then bleed.