Bruise

What’s that? she asked.
What?
That bruise. On your left arm.
Oh. I hadn’t seen it. I looked.
I was biking. I slid off the trail
and bumped a wall.
Does it hurt?
No.
I pressed it.
A little tender.
She went back to her phone.
Be careful.
Always.
I pressed it again.
Tender.

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Gregory Luce is a poet living in Arlington, VA who has published five chapbooks and numerous poems in print and online. He serves as Poetry Editor of The Mid-Atlantic Review. In addition to poetry, he writes a monthly column for the online arts journal Scene4.

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