
say a bruise is just a rebellion of blood,
a rupture of capillaries & all the ghosts they
failed to contain & is that not the body
in its primal beauty? what of the self
can evolve without breakage
of touch?— George Abraham, from “portrait of reality, in fragments,” published in Nashville Review
(Source: as.vanderbilt.edu)
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