Spotlight Author: June/July 1998

I Called You

by Jim Rushton

I called you as soon as I came into town
but I got a machine.
That was afternoon. Now it's evening.

On the bus it occurred to me
your face is like a bruise in my heart.

I feel faint,
the altitude and pollution I guess.

It's nice to have a bruise in my heart.
I can feel the darkness flowing.


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