The Steel Straitening Rod

You made others feel squeamish
But you fixed my arm
And now all I’ve got left
are two tiny scars

You were given to me after the op
I was still a bit high and a little bit poked
You came to school
In a little zip-lock bag
Labeled biohazard
don’t touch with unclothed hand

Now I look back
I wish you never had to exist
But you taught me something
Be strong
And make a fist