I cut my finger cooking dinner
Felt it way down to the bone
My husband laughed, said he’d had worse
And went back to his phone

I cut my finger cooking dinner
My husband relished his rare steak
He said I should make this more often
As I watched blood pool on his plate

I cut my finger cooking dinner
It’s been soaking through the gauze
I’d hope it staunch after the dishes
But it never seemed to stop

I cut my finger cooking dinner
But I have to take a shower
I need to shave, braid my hair,
And be in bed in an hour

I cut my finger cooking dinner
Somehow there’s blood everywhere
The floor, the sink, the door, the sheets
It's braided in my hair

I cut my finger cooking dinner
But it’s not like life could stop
I had work in the morning and a
bloody floor to mop

I cut my finger cooking dinner
But I didn't feel the pain
My husband tried to wake me,
Thought I’d had my period again

She cut her finger cooking dinner
But it didn’t seem that deep
She was fine, we went to bed
We made love then went to sleep

She cut her finger cooking dinner
How could she slip away?
Sometimes these things happen
At least she’s in a better place.

© Milan Lopes