How did it happen?
Often the bruises show up.
On my legs, on my arms.
And I don’t remember.

Which wall did I run into this time?
It’s insignificant.

Once my forefinger
Slammed in a door
My child angrily shut.
And I wonder was I just a little slow,
A fraction of a second,
Removing it.

And this time,
I look like I  got into a fight,
Or my husband beat the shit out of me.

Of course the fight was with an
Immovable object,
That my hand missed
But my head found.

And I have to wonder,

Is it?
The condition.

I try to be careful, but there isn’t much I can do.

My body awareness moving through space
    just ever so slightly off.