Mike Mortensen

Tourniquet

do you mind?

your strawberries bleeding

on my shirt and you

drip like vampire

If I want to look

like a stab

victim I will drive

to San Diego

for six dollars

a bucket

I can bleed up

and down

coastal towns

until I forget

what it is that hurts

I wipe my mouth

with my sleeve

how incarnadine

an orchid blooming

a wound

Mike Mortensen by profession, is a mental health therapist who works with addictions and trauma. When not at work Mike enjoys writing/reading poetry, spending time with his wife and daughter, being outside, and can usually be found knee deep in a book. Past publications include Ink&Nebula, and a multiple discipline art gallery at the University of Arizona, Tuscon.

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