What I Learned When My Face Broke
5 min readOct 29, 2020
Meditations on assault and injury
It was a cinder block.
Smashed across the left side of my face.
My skull.
Sun had not yet set.
I remember laying on the sidewalk as the sensation I soon identified as a foot, several feet, kicking my ribs until they cracked, thinking the blurring of my vision was an…