Barely

 Barely healing on a Saturday

from death by a thousand cuts

all week,

after I had kept going with

lashings of antiseptic

and tightly wrapped

in bandages like a mummy,

I have time now.

I unwrap to soak myself

and there's a terrible sound.

I let the wounds flow

and wash them clean.

Sunday I'm almost fit for company.

Monday comes and

I'm fit for work.