Suddenly today,

When I go to shave my legs,

The razor’s dull.

I scratch it across my shins, anyway,

Can feel it pull at my skin, 

Scraping cells away.

The familiar ache,

The pains I take,

Remind me, all, of home.

I’m glad this happened.

It may just save me from a relapse.

It may help me see my whole life

As one big sidetrack 

After another.

So now straight up,

From my ankle to my knee,

I’ll bring you face to face with me,

Like this razor. Tap, tap,tap.

Now, where would we like to go from here?

-jenn