shot glass
Issue # 1 March 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Donna Gagnon

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knocked out of joint by a flying word
without a doubt it hurt

cartilage crushed; blood and tear soup
no simmering, all was aboil

cunt, he snarled

bully, she spit

they stared at the mess
bandaged the pain

slept soundly on it
until morning