Hotdog batteries

Jammed the serrated knife in my index finger cutting an onion,
the bleed trickles over the grilled vegetable day.

I stand in the DMV lines just like you.

half a song wraps around and melts off;
tapers ,and dies.

a smile is all I ever wanted.

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