sliced open

the bar wench sliced her
pinky on a shattered life
while talking

blood flowed and flowed

‘I can’t afford this, I move in two days’

and this, ladies and ladies, is another
opportunity for Link to shine.

i told her i’d stitch her up

‘I swear I don’t have AIDS.’ up and down, flowing and flowing

they all say that, but Link, if he can, must.

she gives me $2 to go to the store and buy superglue

I sooth a thin layer over my hands for a seal
just in case

she holds the bleeding cut open as i dab it in,
as bloody glue trickles into both our hands.

now we are glued together

we rip apart and i grab for my beer

now i’m glued to the glass

she’s still bleeding
and
i’m just another genius at the bar