This one doesn't feel brave or beautiful.
It is a mark of sheer stupidity
in the face of the obvious
clichè – concensus – hillbilly wisdom for fucksake
At the center it is numb
the seam stitched but
never healed proper and now
twitches in anticipation of tears
This scar – forever tender
is a daily reminder to let things lie
and the misfiring nerve makes me
acutely aware that even after all is lost
I am still a fool.
[This piece comes from a GRIND month writing on the poetry of scars.]