August 2 2004 One-thousand two-hundred
seventy-seven
accident and forgetting
night
slipping off the slick wood deck
father to father
and no father
lightning ending, losing a sandal
slowly getting up
mercifully stepping dark grace
indoors
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
practice
pouring alcohol and tying strips on the bloody toe
family holiday
thunder rolling again, drizzle, must
back
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