Sudden Jolt
sparks through my shin
the electric intensity of
the pain disables.
I mute my obscenities--
expletive deleted.
Like in the comics,
I see stars.
I hobble because
it feels strangely better
to walk on the leg.
I examine my bruise,
poke at it
satisfied with the pain,
I return to my task,
a martyr.
Marsha Salerno June 2009
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