Poem 20150726

this new bruise on my wrist
already a dark mark
under the skin

i don’t keep most
for long
but how it appeared here

such a mystery

a horizontal bar with
a small tail
like dalet or resh

or a small burn
but without the pain
as if dreamed i pulled
a tray of cookies
out of the oven
and my hand slipped
and made contact with
the aluminum sheet where
the skin was exposed