Pine
Originally appeared in ONE ART
Pine https://oneartpoetry.com/2025/07/22/pine-by-rusty-barnes/ I scraped the sap from a pine over and over again until it turned to resin in my hand, impossible to wash away. I used it to get a better grip on my baseball bat, something to allay the pain in my palms when I twisted my wrists. I used it to close the shallow cuts on my left wrist before I knew that what I had done was to traffic in suicide. Only bright days ahead, I thought. Sunshine and lollys.