Papercut

Posted on March 13, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Little gash on my finger.

How much longer will you linger?

 

Thriving where my pointer bends.

How can I ever make you mend?

 

It has been weeks since you appeared.

Are you infected as I feared?

 

I see growing red and raw.

Isn’t this pain against the law?

 

Every meal your rage cuts loose.

Will I ever enjoy fresh lemon juice?

 

I know one day your end will come.

Did I just get another one?

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Papercut

  1. tracycembor's avatar tracycembor says:
    March 13, 2013 at 10:53 am

    This might be one of the most enjoyable poems I have ever read. Admittedly, I don’t have a strong affinity for poetry, but I can identify with this. Damaged digits + lemon juice = ugh! It’s enough to make me say, “I’m not cooking tonight. Looks like the family’s eating out!”

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    • Charles Yallowitz's avatar slepsnor says:
      March 13, 2013 at 10:58 am

      Lemon juice is one of the big things I use in cooking, so I know what you mean about giving up with damaged digits. Though, the worst is when I had to work with hot sauce and didn’t realize I had a papercut. I learned about it fairly quickly and hit a new octave. 🙂

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  2. Dom DiFrancesco's avatar blackandwrite says:
    March 13, 2013 at 12:28 pm

    Great poem Charles it made me laugh. Oh how the littlest things can cause the biggest problems. 🙂

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