every blister is a call to arms
a magnificent war of flesh
on flesh — a body becoming
the enemy of a body and that enemy
realized is the certainty of a face
looking back in a mirror

a search in a medicine cabinet
reveals a bandaid in a white box
with red and blue writing
— friction avoided .

a heel, a finger, a burn
healing, a long walk without socks

a girl in a short neon-green skirt
jogging along the river  demanding
attention for her and her bright red hair

a search of the neighborhood
reveals a brick house and an old Camaro
with red and blue pin-striping
— contradiction avoided

looking back in the mirror
the face looking back is certainly
the enemy of the body of the enemy
— a body of flesh becoming magnificent
war, a constant call to arms of skin on skin