We spent the first part
of Sunday digging a splinter
out of his foot on the back stoop.
A cloudy, windy morning. A painful,
yet bearable procedure.
The splinter callused over
so we broke the skin to dig.
I began the excavation,
but after so many flinches
and moans, I let him do it
himself.
I have learned it is easier
to inflict pain on yourself
than to let someone you love
do it to you.
The splinter was a stubborn
thing and by the time it was
out there was a hole of pink
flesh and clear pus left in
its wake. I did what I do best
and cleaned the open wound.
Alcohol, antiseptic, and bandage.
He said a bandage wouldn’t hold.
It will help, I say, I have learned
it will help.
Saturday's Sirens 