I am a child and they drive a nail into my cheek.
But it doesn’t hurt because I believe.
Steel pierces upper cheek,
a metallic sinus infection and no vitamin C;
the next nail, through my chin between the two clefts,
penetration and perseverance.
The last nail,
my forehead splits open, iron additives
to gray matter.
A t-shaped shadow covers my eyes,
a wooden perception filter. I do not see and I believe and I do not hurt.