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i bruised my hand one time, or maybe you bruised it for me
holding me back from traffic, one leg
extended, other leg ready
for take off
i could jump off these
buildings, you built them.
they are higher and higher until
no one can see the ocean, not even
from their roofs, let alone their
front lawns.
so i wanted to stand
on the rocks. waded in the salt
and sand to reach them.
i bruised my hand once.