FriendLast night,Friend8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while the cigarette smoke
wreathed itself around our faces,
stinging our eyes to tears
and filling our lungs with poison,
she bled all over my hands.
My cupped palms received the
discharge of her hurt
(viscous fluid expressing itself from the
lacerations on her normally covered heart)
and I blessed the life that never allowed me
to develop calluses.