taking teeth out is

far worse than crying,

and he is a feather that’s cutting me

because it’s far away.

my job consists

of opening cardboard boxes

and every time

I get hurt

my fingers bleed

for days,

it’s the spill of the accident

following me

even when I’m away.

from today on

I’m going to make efforts

for things:

that’s how it started,

the e-mail I was about to send him