The Scratch

 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.

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