Now that I've mined you, are you mine? from “Secondhand (Smoke)”.

I don't particularly have strong feelings about this connection. The violence present in the poems–some self-inflicted and some not–gives the impression of hating yourself just so and leads to a form of careening towards an oblivion. But the physicality of the poems ties it to firmament. The title's complexity makes me think, too. Is 'bruise' a noun or a verb? Or both. Or neither?