Rough Draft Craft

I’ve perfected crying in ways

Others can’t see

From the anger that demands to be seen

But is brushed to the side

Waddayou want to eat tonight?

Anything is fine

Guess it’s over

Even though 

Your hand was right on the wound

I felt the grooves of your palm

Beat with my chest like a cheap record 

I felt you rip it open

I felt it bleed and burn

And I watched as it was minimized

Snuffed out

Harshly pieced with a tourniquet 

War time desperation

Enough to stop the bleeding 

And get back to camp

For a silent supper