By Raymond Carver
It’s a day for contemplating our self-destructive habits, as humans. Here’s a thought from the best.
I woke up with a spot of blood
over my eye.
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.