everyone is bleeding
there aren’t enough buckets,
bowls, pitchers, empty bottles,
or old soup cans
to catch it all
it doesn’t matter
that you don’t see them bleeding
it doesn’t matter that most are
wearing clothes that aren’t stained
it doesn’t even matter
if many of them are smiling
because, they’re all
hemorrhaging
inside or out
every last one of them
especially the ones
who don’t know
they’re bleeding
most especially
the ones who
swear they’re not
there aren’t enough
doctors, nurses, or
old women with
needles and thread
to patch them all up
there aren’t enough mops,
sponges, towels, or old t-shirts
to soak it all up
we have come to accept
the state of things
we are goldfish
goldfish
who swim
in a bowl
of blood
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