On a cold winter morning bundled up
In the same blanket bodies
Sore from the night before
I want to sit and compare
Scars; little maps of childhood
I got that when I walked into
A guy sharpening his pencil
With a blade.
This was when I stepped
On my uncle’s Bullet’s silencer when
It was still red hot.
I got this when I tried
Jumping over a
Barbed wire fence.
This happened when
I forgot how to brake when learning
How to ride a bicycle.
I fell off the bottle brush tree.
I walked into a nail on the bathroom wall.
On a cold winter morning, bodies sore
From the night before, I want to compare
Scars with you.