First Stiches

Haibun

I run in the day care center’s playground. Somewhere past the slide, the jungle gym and some swings, I slip and fall. My left hand thumps hard against the ground.

I stand up. The hand throbs. I turn it over. Blood covers my palm and runs down my wrist. I scream. A day-care attendant — and Mom — run over.

A Phelps Memorial Hospital emergency room doctor gives me my first stitches. After I come home, I lie on the plaid-upholstered couch in our wood-paneled family room. Looking at my white-bandaged hand, I moan over and over.

fingernail-width scar
putting aside another
childish thing

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO’s annual print anthology. My haiku has been published by the Haiku Foundation. My senryu has been published in Failed Haiku. I regularly perform haibun and other haikai with Rockland Poets. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

Visit my website www.frankjtassone.wordpress.com to see more of my poetry. Follow me on twitter @fjtassone2 and like my Facebook page American Haijin for updates on my latest work.

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