Touch
[By Johnny] This guy mashed my face in with his elbow When we were playing basketball. Old cornfed, elbow-swinging suckah. I had to get four stitches At the time all I could think was How my lip somehow felt Bigger than my whole mouth puth together And I mopped the bloody chasm, And Cornfed followed me Apologizing, and I nodded, and Didn’t really try to smile as I Asked the properly concerned Rec attendants for ice. Old cornfed, elbow-swingin suckah. The Doc, she said I could get stitches Or not. I said lemme have it, I ain’t had Stitches for a while. I lay down. Doc adjusted the light with handles. The nurse slid this white sheet over my face That had a hole innit around my jutting mouth. The nurse was older. A wide-eyed and tender wisp of bones. She didn’t chew her lip except maybe in her mind, And she covered my hand with hers, leaf light, For three seconds. I stared into blind whiteness. The Doc gave me the needle. Then I felt the numb t...