Poem of the Week-Something’s Burning

My burnt pointer and middle

Fingers are constricted

Cramp the writing style

The faulty oven mitts

From the 99-cent store

Let the target non-stick pan

Filled with parchment paper

And split olive oiled yams

Fired through my fingers

Singed second degree burns

Cold water froze the pain

Blisters rose to the occasion

The trip to the empty

Urgent Care in Culver City

Calmed me down

Ointment and bandage

Watch out for infection


Waiting for the white raised

Blister to explode

Or dissolve

On the way to reborn skin

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