As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches
As the bruises fade, the lightning aches.
Last week, making love, you bit me.
Now the blue and dark have gone
and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils,
then paler to become until my body
is all my own and what that ever got me.
3. The ambulances in Ithaca:
|That's right, they're called "Bangs Ambulance"|