you place a bag
of ice
on your
swollen ankle,
raising it up
high
on a tier of
pillows,
perched
on the coffee
table.
the dog comes
over
to lick the
drippings off
your purple
bruise,
and up
the calf
of your leg.
such love
you've never
known before,
but it still
feels weird.
Monday, August 25, 2014
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