Wound pocket

Some people seem to have a wound-shaped pocket. It’s a clever little thing that takes the shape of whatever insult, slight, or injury is presented to it.

It waits to be filled.

And before long, it’s carrying quite a collection.

But the pocket isn’t sewn into the world. It’s sewn into us.

We can button it shut — or cut a hole in the bottom so nothing collects there.

* * *

The world is full of snubs.
We don’t need to collect them.