Got a Paper Cut from Junk Mail

Got a paper cut from a piece of junk mail,

Thin slice of something I didn’t even ask for,

Slipped in my door,

Uninvited,

Like the world always does,

Pushing, pushing, pushing its way in.

Folded lies in slick gloss,

Telling me I need a new car,

A better insurance,

A sale that ends tomorrow,

But today,

It’s already cost me blood.

That sharp sting –

The kind you don’t notice till it’s there,

Sneaky little pain,

Invisible, almost.

Like all the other noise,

Clogging my mailbox,

My inbox,

My mind.

Got a paper cut from a promise I’ll never keep,

5% off if I spend more,

Credit cards stacked like fragile dreams,

Shiny offers I’ll never touch.

Just another reminder –

I didn’t ask for this.

The blood beads up, tiny red rebellion,

From a thin white sheet meant to sell me something,

But I’ll toss it, like the rest.

Because all I’ve got now is a cut,

And the junk keeps coming anyway.

Slice of life from a piece of junk mail.

And I still gotta recycle it.