I woke up with a spot of blood <br />over my eye. A scratch <br />halfway across my forehead. <br />But I'm sleeping alone these days. <br />Why on earth would a man raise his hand <br />against himself, even in sleep? <br />It's this and similar questions <br />I'm trying to answer this morning. <br />As I study my face in the window.<br /><br />Raymond Clevie Carver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scratch/
