Bruised – another abrasion – her
skin – I bumped into a table or I’m
not sure [responses # one & two]
Perhaps she bruises easily? – too
easily for me / See – fingerprints
by a quick-gripped hand on her?
They pool to clotted black blood
Her exotic self – her other life in
other places – her imperfect skin
followed her home – it was in her
breath & clothes – off male scent
So drunk she couldn’t remember
& I’ll leave her rare truth to wane

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