Scab
My hand dried the issue
senseless
though it scratched me
repeatedly
I scratched back
and grew a scab
high and thick and crusty
Couldn’t keep my hand
from picking it
till it bled
had to start over
I picked it again
repeatedly
repeatedly
returning the scab
to immortality
Susan Tepper is a twenty year writer and the author of nine published books of fiction and poetry. Her most recent are a poetry chap CONFESS (Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and a funky road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019). Currently, she’s in pre-production of an Off-Broadway Play she wrote and titled ‘The Crooked Heart’ based on artist Jackson Pollock in his later years. www.susantepper.com
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