​bloodletting June Henry

Bloodletting the blister
Biting out the splinter
Still excoriating
Trying to do it
In less excruciating ways

Guess I’m a fighter
Puff my chest in the prescience of a bad man
But my voice has gotten higher
And he doesn’t take me seriously with the ringlets

I’ve got a past here
There’s a hearse in the backyard that’s got me thinking about
Where I’ll go after
The show and when the rest of my life leaves me

Did I do good things?
Did I cut my losses just in time?
Or did I hold on
Too long just to have something that was all mine?

Make it all so big in my brain
I’m feeling good by contrast
You didn’t wanna see me okay
And I shouldn’t have let myself move past that