by Elizabeth McGinn on April 22, 2021
Poetry
by Ellie Forster ’24
I haven’t had a scrape in a bit
Haven’t fallen to the pavement and torn my knee
Or slid my elbow across the driveway
I haven’t had a scrape in some time
Felt the burn of the sun on a cut
Or the sting of it being cleaned
I haven’t had to rip off a bandaid recently
The countdown to the tear
The breath when it’s done
I haven’t had to rip off a bandaid in a while
No, these days they come off in time
With much less drama, much less pain
I haven’t felt that much lately
Not in that most real of ways
The scrape of a leg
The ripping off of a bandaid
I haven’t had to deal with any of that for years