Excuses
By Catherine Rose Davis
Mon, 24 Oct 2011
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I had a fight with a cat.
I caught my arm on the edge of the wardrobe-
I know, you wouldn't think it sharp to look at.
I tripped and fell on broken glass.
Someone threw a fridge at me.
I was abducted by men from Mars.
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A word, or just
a look, maybe a memory that shows
I'm dust
slices me open. Blood
seeps out, thick
as mud.
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