Some scars have no story, some
are staring at you & waiting
to be explained, some scars
are the car crash—the accident.
Tonight the universe told me
slow down or you’ll hurt yourself.
It said it when I got up too quickly
& then somehow I was falling & then
my side was bleeding, skin like
a lottery ticket someone took
a quarter to but lost everything.
A new story is a new scar. I think
that’s what I’m trying to tell you.
I’m trying to tell you how easy it is
for me to hurt me. Nothing tearing
things apart but my own heart playing
some sandpaper serenade, nothing
but myself vicious against my ribs.