Scars

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

With you.

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.