The Wedge
by Mae Grey
· 04/03/2026
Published 04/03/2026 17:46
It’s been three days since it went in.
A bridge of pink and new-made skin
has walled the cedar in the palm.
The surface looks entirely calm.
I gripped the wheel to make the turn.
I felt the sudden, quiet burn
against the bone, a narrow light.
A tiny line, tucked out of sight.