August 2  2004

One-thousand two-hundred seventy-seven

accident and forgetting


slipping off the slick wood deck

father to father

and no father

lightning ending, losing a sandal

slowly getting up

mercifully stepping dark grace


blood fills the remaining shoe

nail free

shadow switches

shock to light, a plastic bottle of alcohol

reusable towels, easy to tear into strips

cleaning blood and nursing


pouring alcohol and tying strips on the bloody toe

family holiday

thunder rolling again, drizzle, must

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