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My mother was tinkering around with the sofa the other day

and the spring jumped up and bit her on the mouth.

They stitched her up so you can barely see the mark.

She remembered with me the time I split my eye open

on a baseball from my brother’s hand,

and the doctor’s office

and her fainting at the mercurochrome

on my face.