Scars.

My three new scars, they are adjusting,

getting used to their new home

At once reminders, soon they’ll just be broken pieces of an old song

An elder scar across my back, stretches, wanting to say “hi”

We’re all a little lost and lonely, fragments between land and sky

Until the shower, warm but naked, abandoning the normal plight

Soapy fingers caress the skin; the taut the tight, the pulled and white

I welcome all the unique marks that washed up on my body’s shore

And for a moment I’m not afraid to go outside, to gain some more