May 29 2004
a small bruise
when i look down i see a small, faint bruise the size of a fingertip on my right breast. i smile when i see it, a visible reminder of a excited fumbling hands on skin that was more delicate than either of us thought. it never hurt. now, i want to kiss it, to touch the memory with my lips and make real again.


The bruise didn’t come from Heather and you on the swanky new couch did it? Just kidding, yesterday I saw too many episodes of “Coupling” on BBC America and there was an underlying theme of lesbian sex.
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