i saw the scar across the realtor’s wrist
Zoe Canner
i saw the long
recent scar
across the
realtor’s wrist
and i wanted
to kiss it
but didn’t
my instincts are
calamitous &i
frequently
overstep
the boundaries
of strangers
i saw her sweet
eye contact &i
ran my fingers
over the new
pearl-shaped
bump on the
landscape
of my own
unending
forehead
instead