Woke up to it a dark stain

Woke up to it, a dark stain

on the sheets. Annoying.

Just another thing to clean,

another thing the body does

without asking.

Cut my finger on the edge

of a cheap tin can. Coppery smear

on the counter, a sharp smell.

Familiar. Like the faint, rust-colored mark

on that old dish towel, forever there.

The body, a traitor.

Always leaking, always reminding you

it’s just a bag of water and bad decisions.

Can't trust it, not for a minute.

Just keeps making its own mess.