This poem is taken from Stand 236, 20(4) December 2022 - February 2023.
Four Poems
cicatrix
I get asked about my scars. I’m told my body
looks like the moon. They think it’s all one
incident. My last girlfriend told me she’s never
even broken a bone, said she’s careful with her
...
I get asked about my scars. I’m told my body
looks like the moon. They think it’s all one
incident. My last girlfriend told me she’s never
even broken a bone, said she’s careful with her
...
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