The Ridiculous Reparation of Removal

This was a resurfacing of sorts,
new territory for you and me

I had an itch and I promised I would never scratch it,
and certainly not for you,
not even in the slightest

I even cut my fingernails nice and short,
just the way you hated them,
so that I wasn't tempted to mark territory that was no longer mine

And now that I know longer needed popsicle sticks
or homemade splints
to remedy the splinters in here

So I sold the inside of my cranium
to and Escher poem
and I let all of this go somewhere I wouldn't and couldn't control

And now that I had once been marred by this infiltration,
I got very good at living without it,

I got very good at this pain suppression,

very,
oh so very good,

so good in fact,
that now it all felt

better-----