we study the bruise.
we touch it
in wonder
at it's new color.
it's stiff mound of pain.
the blue
and violet of it,
turning green, tomorrow
a sunrise yellow.
we show it to others.
we say
look at this.
pulling up our shirt,
and they say, how did you
do that?
and you shrug, and say
i'm not sure,
but it hurts.
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