Superficial to deep, deep to superficial,
90 degrees, in and out,
Not too deep, filled with doubt.
Don’t buttonhole; don’t pull too tight;
There is such a thing as doing it right.
(And I’d show you if it wouldn’t take all night.)
Prolene, vinyl, monocryl…
2-0, 4-0, 6-0…
Needle driver, critique-survivor,
Running subQ, interrupted
Pick-ups, slip ups, let down:
All eyes on me.
Superficial to deep, deep to superficial.
Please don’t falter; please don’t break.
I’d do it if there wasn’t so much at stake.
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