Tiny violence

Some days, everything hurts. (Which sounds like a mash-up of "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M. and "Everything Sucks" by vaultboy. If someone musical could get on that, I'd appreciate it.)

Guess what happens when you stack a jar inside of a mug, and then accidentally drop both of them on the carpet?

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I open a drawer, looking for the pastry blender
and a fleck of glass glitters in the shaft of sun.
I touch it with my finger, blood blooming
as I try to pick it up.

I kneel to tie my daughter’s shoes,
the laces a tight tangle of knots.
She shifts in her chair and her knee meets my nose
a bright starburst of pain.

The skin tag keeps turning black
and weeping, then springing back to pink.
It reaches from my throat like a third arm.
She presses a scalpel to my numbed neck:
This should only pinch a bit.