A scar grins
quietly
its never loud
it doesnt need to draw attention
to itself
at a glance its remembered
its searing memory need only
smoulder a moment to remind
a scar never fades from ones
mind
it gets the inside joke
it is an inside joke
-- Hmm
touching the back of her shoulder
holding
her to him
Whats that
-- That
-- Here
he presses it under his
fingertips
-- My scar
-- Thats a wicked scar
-- Its not a wicked scar
My scar is wicked
-- Sorry
a little slow on the take up It
would be your scar not a scar
-- Im pleased you can recognise the
difference
Im
very proud of it
-- Proud
-- Very proud
I got it doing something I was told not to do by my mother Dont do this dont do that gets old so I did exactly what I wanted to do and
despite the hell and the fallout afterwards she backed off
She got it that I had a head on my shoulders and I was going to follow it
no matter what she said
The way she talked she never got to do
anything she wanted
So why she said should I be different or allowed
Because Im not you I said
-- No youre not
It feels mighty wicked
-- You should have seen it when I was
younger Doctors wanted to do plastic
surgery on it said I looked disfigured women shouldnt be disfigured we should
be attractive every moment we can be
-- You . ah . . . collect scrotums
-- I do
-- You should frighten me
-- You should be frightened
-- Ill remember that
every time I touch your shoulder
-- Every time
-- I promise
-- Nice
You gonna kiss me now
0056, Monday,
22 12. 14
