Sylvia Plath, Carpenter

Ouch!
Knuckle scuffs the fence pale
The splinter in or out?
In:  a dactyl pus distracts
Out:  a rotting corpse.
Salvation serendipity
I’ll find it where I can
And now I buy my boards
Unmilled and chafe
The rougher side.
The beauty of my knucklebones
Gristle gray, some oozing red
Morning scabs do not withstand
My trips to Home Depot.

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