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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

“Bruises” by Mark Halperin

Mark Halperin
BRUISES
When my dog stopped short to inspect
a dead owl’s carcass, I fell right, avoiding
her, and to break my landing, stretched
a hand out. It swelled, but never ached,
and I thought I had escaped unscathed.
Trying to make a fist, each finger comes
around except the fat and reddened pinky.
Add it to a growing list of minor injuries,
my [...]

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