c/w: blood
One day you will
cut yourself
slicing a bagel
with a serrated knife.
It's a given
like the sun
or love-ache.
Just a schmear
of blood
on the keyboard
as its aftertaste
Robert Allen lives in northern California, where he writes poems, takes long walks, and looks at birds. More at www.robertallenpoet.com Twitter: @RobertAllenPoet