What word did I write?

Blue ink on index
dissects a scar I
don't remember receiving -
bird skull with open beak
between crease and cuticle.
In the pre-cut confines
of cubicles my left thumb
smears the last trace
of a word I once wrote,
rubbed away with incessant thought
that pulses through callused pads
pouring water until rivers overflow
and everything is washed away
but the bones
and the Braille.
 
 
 
 
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