Legions of Lesions

Apr 1

Every scar has a story

Although they will eventually fade and become part of our skin,

Dwindling into the dermis.

But every now and then you’ll run your fingers along my back

And feel a divot,

Attempting to read my past like brail.

“What’s this one from?” you’ll whisper, eyes still closed

“An accident” I’ll reply, mine wide open

Remembering the one who left it there

Remembering the last one to ask me that

For Loko