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...