creation

after i drained all the water from the bath
i decided to shave again; its relaxing,
but I ripped my face with the blade, small and deep,
on the corner of my thin upper lip.
a shocked red tide dribbled down.

had the bath not yet drained, the red plasma,
after finding the still steaming water,
would have mystified: it is a nebulous galaxy,
swirling, forming, and dazzeling in the water, created
from nothing but me. i smiled with the thought
of the universes inside of me.

that is when the blood pooled between
the novelty of my god lips
and warmed the cosmic winds there.

heaven is a daydream of mine,
and hell is nothing but a razor cut,
in every one of my universes.

i drew another bath. today i create.
tomorrow, I will shave again.