eight months.

life measured
in days and
not yet years;
the chart reads
like i'm eighty and
fell down a flight
of stairs.
those stories
will come later.
report goes:
subdural hematoma.
bilateral retinal hemorrhages.
lacerated frenulum.
fractures of the left humerus
fractures of the left femur.
fractures of the eleventh
and twelfth ribs.
one week later
and nurses
still note
there isn't anywhere
left that isn't bruised.
daddy brought
me in. said he
did it but
momma shrugs.
said she
don't know
nothing
about nothing.
said she was out
getting
pizza.
i am eight months
old and already
there isn't
anywhere left
that isn't
bruised.