Friday, October 24, 2008
Burns Don't Heal
Hi there to all! I'm working on a bunch of Halloween-themed drinks for next week (hey, the taste test is the most important part, right?) and assorted snacks. Until then, I'll leave you with this poem, Halloweenish in its own way.
Anyone Could Do It
The phone rang, and she picked up her iron,
pressed it close to her face, the mistake
searing into her skin. Burns don’t heal
fast, the doctor told her. It didn’t. Worse,
having to explain all the time. Anyone
could do it and she had. Sometimes people
urged remedies to prevent scarring, for making
the skin smooth again, as if she’d picked
up a phone and asked them for their advice.
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