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
Gregory Luce, author of Signs of Small Grace, Drinking Weather, Memory and Desire, Tile, Riffs & Improvisations, and Smells Like Rain, has published widely in print and online. He serves as Poetry Editor for The Mid-Atlantic Review. He is the co-founder and poetry editor of Washington Unbound. In addition to poetry, he writes a monthly column on the arts for Scene4 magazine. Gregory is retired from National Geographic, works as a volunteer writing tutor/mentor for 826DC, and lives in Arlington, VA.

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