(the time i fell and it must have been funny)

what curious bumps of scarlet dark:
the result; a quick throb of a decision, a good smack on the pavement.
skinned knee—windless, (some dramatics, you mused)
stirred the sweet tender child within me,
swelling with tears, holding the blood close to me, pretending.

they are looking good, said the nurse,
the little scabs and the drying flesh: dark, and red.

© Alexandra Jema

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