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The Scratch by Raymond Carver

I woke up with a spot of blood
over my eye.
A scratch
halfway across my forehead.

But I’m sleeping alone these days.

Why on earth would a man raise his hand
against himself, even in sleep?
It’s this and similar questions
I’m trying to answer this morning.

As I study my face in the window.

More art by Sarah Sedwick here.
Recommended listening: The Wanderer – Dion
Links of the Day: My 90s TV

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