To the Peach, a small scab
Painted my nails, already chipped
I forgive you for
biting me, breaking the skin
It hurt, it always hurts,
but I wasn’t careful enough
to avoid your teeth
Right at the edge of my
thumbnail,
blood pooled gross and red
under the whites of it
Washed my hands twice, again
and then cleaned my bathroom,
bleach and comet and elbow grease
I’ll see you again Monday
and this time I hope I remember
to avoid your playful mouth